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BIBLE MORNING GLORIES 



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ABBIE C. MORROW. 



A BOOK OF DAILY DEVOTION 
FOR CHILDREN AND YOUNG PEOPLE. 



Wake with the world, O children ! 

Rise with the sun and sing ! 
Over our souls is risen 

He who is Christ, our King. 



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ABBIE C. MORROW, 

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THIS BOOK IS 

REVERENTLY AND LOVINGLY 
DEDICATED, 



CONTENTS. 

Page 

I. PASSOVER 11 

II. PENITENCE 19 

III. PARDON 24 

IV. PURITY 33 

V. PEACE 39 

VI. PEACEMAKERS 46 

VII. PROMISES 54 

VIII. PRAYER 61 

IX. PERFORMANCE 68 

X. PLUCK 74 

XI. PRESENCE 79 

XII. PLEASANT 84 

XIII. PATIENCE 89 

XIV. PERSEVERANCE 93 

XV. PLEDGE 99 

XVI. PITY 104 

XVII. PIETY 109 

XVIII. PAIN 116 

XIX. PARTNERSHIP 123 

XX. PRAISE 129 

XXI. PROVIDENCE 134 

XXII. PREACH.. 139 



6 CONTENTS. 

Page. 

XXIII. PECULIARITY \ 145 

XXIV. PLACE 151 

XXV. POSITIVE 156 

XXVI. POWER 163 

XXVII. PUSH 169 

XXVIII. PENTECOST 175 

XXIX. PUNCTUAL 180 

XXX. PARADISE 185 

XXXI. PASSION 189 



INTRODUCTION. 

In one way children are like flowers, God made them both to 
be beautiful. 

Flowers have no mind or will to refuse to obey their Heavenly 
Father, only a form or body, which is always beautiful, because it 
must grow just as God would have it. 

Children have a soul and spirit as well as a body, and so are 
made to be beautiful in mind and heart as well as in body. But 
because they have a mind and heart they may choose not to grow 
as God wants them to grow, and then they are not as beautiful as 
God meant them to be. 

What is it to be beautiful in mind and in heart? To say loving 
words and do loving deeds. To be kind and helpful at home, to 
study hard at school, to be unselfish in play. 

God has more ways for children to grow than for flowers. 
Flowers need only to grow sweet to look at but children must grow 
sweet in looks, and words, and deeds. And let me tell you a 
secret grown-up people have found out. Sweet words and sweet 
deeds make a sweet face. Think a moment and see if a little girl 
seems lovely to you when she is cross and unkind, and when she 
does not tell the truth, even though her face be lovely. 

How can children grow just as God wants them to grow? By 
learning about Jesus, God's only Son, whom He sent into the world 
to make it bright with beautiful lives. The Morning Glory opens 
its pretty cup and grows sweet and fair only when the sun shines 
on it. If there are clouds between it and the sun the buds remain 
fast closed. Jesus is the Sun of Righteousness (that is right living,) 
and makes every heart and mind that looks up to Him beautiful 



8 INTRODUCTION. 

with the sunshine of pardon, purity, peace and piety, and children 
grow pleasant everyday when they let Him come into their lives 
as the Morning Glory receives the sun. He is always shining upon 
the children, but sometimes the clouds of forgetfulness hide Him, 
and then it is that they do wrong deeds, say wrong words, and 
have unlovely faces. But as soon as they remember to look up to 
Him the clouds of unhappiness go away. 

The little talks in this book are called Bible Morning Glories, 
because they are written to be read early in the morning when you 
read your Bible; and to help you to remember to look up in prayer 
and praise to Jesus, the Sun of Righteousness, and to show you 
that, as the sun makes the Morning Glory lovely in its life, so Jesus 
can make you lovely by helping you to live a life of pity, patience 
and power, beautiful as the bloom of the Morning Glory; and to 
teach you the joy of knowing that Jesus is coming by and by to 
take us all to the Paradise He has gone to prepare for us. 

LILY LATHBURY. 



PREFACE. 

This little book of daily devotion is meant to be read early in 
the morning, in connection with your Bible. 

Read the texts at the head of the Morning Glory for the day and 
mark them in your Bible according to the directions given. 

Read the chapter, marking the other texts as you come to them, 
either with crayon or colored inks. 

Pray the prayer at the end of the Morning Glory. Let the 
thought be with you all the day to help you. 

If you cannot do all this, early in the morning, learn one text, 
earnestly offer the prayer at the end, and then, later in the day, 
read the Morning Glory. 

May He who prompted the desire to write the book, bless every 
one, young and old, every time they read it, is the prayer of, 

THE AUTHOR. 



Our First JVIornipg Glory. 
Passover. 

"Christ our Passover is sacrificed for us." 1 Co. 5 : 7. 

(Underscore each word of the texts with red, and put a tiny- 
Latin cross t on the margin. ) 

You remember the story of Israel in bondage 
in Egypt, and how when the time for them to go 
out free had come, God told every family to take a 
lamb, a white, gentle, patient, spotless lamb, and 
kill it and sprinkle its blood over the top and on 
the sides of the door. Then when the death 
angel came that way to smite the first born of the 
wicked Egyptians he would see the blood on the 
houses of Israel and pass over them all. Ex. 
12:23. 

Christ is our Passover. He was the lamb of 
God. Because He died we live. 

On the ledge of the roof of a chapel in Germany, 
is a carved stone lamb. This is how it came 
there. Years ago where the lamb now stands, a 
man was busy repairing the roof of the chapel, 
sitting in a basket fastened by a rope. Suddenly 
the rope which held the basket gave way and he 
fell down, down from the great hight, to the 
ground below! Every one who saw the dreadful 



12 PASSOVER. 

accident expected that the man would be killed, 
for the ground was covered with sharp stones. 
But he rose from the ground quite unhurt. A poor 
lamb had strayed up to the side of the chapel, in 
search of the sweet young grass among the stones 
and the man fell on the soft body of the lamb. It 
saved his life; for he escaped with the mere fright 
and with not so much as a finger broken. But 
the poor lamb was killed by the heavy fall upon 
it. Out of gratitude the man had the stone lamb 
carved and set up as a memento of his escape 
from a fearful death, and what he owed to the 
lamb. Is not this a beautiful story? Does not 
it remind you of how we are redeemed with " the 
precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without 
blemish? ,, I Pe. i: 18, 19. 

Jack was a naughty boy and abused his cousin 
Susie in many ways. When he would hurt her 
he would say, " I don't care." Susie was a gen- 
tle little girl, and one day he threw her ball into 
the fire, pulled her hair, and hurt her arm so 
much that it bled. He was shut up in a dark 
room, and only given prisoner's fare, bread and 
water. He kept saying, " I don't care." After 
staying there for three days with only bread and 
water as food he kept saying still, " I don't care." 

Then Susie said, " Mother, mayn't I go and 
be shut up while Jack comes out to see how pleas- 



PASSOVER. 13 

ant it is? There is no sun there nor anything." 
Her mother told her that she might. She went 
up to Jack's door and said, " I asked mother if I 
might come and take your place Jack, while you 
go out and see how pleasant it is; it is so dismal 
and lonely here." Jack looked at her and said, 
" What a fool you are," and he walked slowly out. 
Susie was locked in. At dinner time Jack took 
the bread and water up to Susie. After dark he 
said, " Must Susie stay there all night if I don't?" 
" Yes," said Mrs. Stone. Tears started in Jack's 
eyes. He ran up stairs and darted into the dark 
chamber, and said, " Susie, you are the best girl 
I ever knew. I will never treat you so again. I 
am sorry, I am. I will be a good boy, I will. 
Susie, what makes you so good to me?" He 
threw his arms around her neck and cried as if his 
heart would break. It made a good boy out of 
him to know that Susie had taken his place of 
punishment. Jesus took our place. 

" He bare our sins." 1 Pe. 2: 24. 

" With His stripes we are healed." Isa. 53: 5. 

He loved us and gave Himself for us. Eph. 
5:2. 

It will make us good to realize that Christ died 
for us. 

A beautiful Hebrew story tells that on the day 
of the Passover a little daughter in one of the 



14 PASSOVER. 

Hebrew houses lay sick. She was the first born 
and exposed to the hand of the Destroyer. As 
the day drew to its close her father came and sat 
beside her, when she said, " Father, has the blood 
been sprinkled?" " Do not worry, little daugh- 
ter," he replied, " the servants will attend to 
that." 

She lay quietly for a little time, then turning 
her pale, eager face to him, asked again, " My 
father is the blood upon the door-posts?" 

" Lie still, little one; the lamb without blemish 
was selected four days ago, I told the servants to 
attend to it and they surely will." Silence again 
fell over them, but as the rays of the setting sun 
streamed over her couch, she laid her feverish 
hand upon her father, and stretching out her little 
arms, said piteously, " Take me, father, and let 
me see the blood." 

Lovingly he carried her to the open door. 
" There, my child, see — " Ah! it was not there, 
and the evening hour so near — the Death-Angel 
might already be on his way. Hastily he laid her 
down and dashing out of the door grasped the 
sharpened knife and sprang to where the selected 
lamb w r aited patiently. No servant would do 
now — his own hand must shield his little one. 
Back he rushes with the hyssop-branch and the 
crimson life-blood streams over door-posts and 



PASSOVER. 15 

lintel, then failing upon his knees beside his child, 
he covers the trembling little hands with tears 
and kisses, crying, " Under the blood, my child, 
you are under the blood, the Destroyer cannot 
reach my little one!" 

Hyssop, the lowly, coarse, common grass that 
grew by the roadside, stands for humility and 
faith; for the personal, yielding act of obedient 
faith by which we take the salvation Christ died 
to obtain for us. Anyone could gather a bunch 
of hyssop. Anyone, even a little child can " be- 
lieve . . . and ... be saved." Ac. 16: 31. Faith 
is as common as the hyssop. 

We live by faith. We eat, we sleep, we work 
by faith. We trust our parents and friends. We 
trust the bed to hold us, the chair to support us, 
the food to nourish us. The same faith in God 
that we have in people and things gives us a per- 
fect salvation. 

"The child leans on its parent's breast, 
Leaves there its cares and is at rest; 
The bird sits singing by his nest, 

And tells aloud 
His trust in God, and so is blest 

'Neath every cloud. 
The heart that trusts forever sings, 
And feels as light as it had wings; 
A well of peace within it springs; 

Come good or ill, 
What'er to-day, to-morrow brings, 

It is His will." 



16 PASSOVER. 

Our Prayer. Blessed Lord we praise Thee 
for Christ our Passover sacrificed for us! We 
bless Thee that Jesus took our place and suffered 
for our sins. We thank Thee that we do believe 
that Thou dost save us and that Thou wilt 
keep us. 



Our Second JVIorning Glory. 

" Repent ye, and believe the Gospel." Mk, 1:15. 

(Mark the texts on Penitence in blue ink and enclose the sen- 
tences in brackets. [ ] Blue is true. ) 

Repentance is sorrow for sin and forsaking it, 
a change of mind which leads to a change of life. 

"Repentance is to leave 
The sin we loved before, 
And show that we in earnest grieve, 
By doing so no more." 

If we repent of sin we shall be willing to con- 
fess it. 

One day some people were visiting a school 
among some deaf and dumb children. One of 
the visitors wrote on the board, and asked the 
children what they thought was; the best thing in 
the world. Some answered, on the board, one 
thing and some another. At last one little girl 
wrote, Repentance. Then they asked her to ex- 
plain what she meant. She said one time she 
had been naughty and was out in the back yard 
so unhappy; and she thought she would go and 
ask her mother's forgiveness. She ran into the 
house and confessed her sin to her mother and 



i8 PENITENCE. 

asked her forgiveness. The mother drew her lit- 
tle daughter's arms around her neck and kissed 
her and wept. And the little girl thought that 
the sweetest thing in the world was repentance, 
because it made her so happy. 

If we repent of sin we shall try to undo it. 

Two boys had been stealing apples, and they 
somehow didn't feel happy after all their trouble; 
they had finally been successful, and were eating 
them. I say they really did not feel happy, they 
had obtained what they had wanted, but some- 
how there was such a mean feeling about it. 
Finally Tom said: " I'm sorry we stole these, 
they sort of choke me." Then Ned spoke up: 
" So am I Tom, and what's more, I'm going to 
give them back, and it's the last thing I'll ever 
steal, it doesn't pay." Tom had too much of 
what he called pride, but what was really mean- 
ness, to own up and give back. But Ned went 
to the man he had wronged and returned him as 
many apples as he had stolen, asking his forgive- 
ness. Then he went to the God he had wronged, 
and received the forgiveness waiting for him. 
Now which boy repented? Tom was sorry and 
ashamed. But Ned repented. To repent is to 
not only be sorry for sin, but to undo it as far as 
possible and turn our back upon it. To turn 
right around and go a different way. 



PENITENCE. 19 

If we repent of sin we shall be willing to be 
punished for it. 

A baby boy was playing with his little cart in 
the yard hauling dirt to the currant bushes. In 
a little while his mother missed him. There stood 
baby's cart in the path, but the little boy was 
gone. " Allen, Allen, where are you Allen ?" his 
mamma called. " I'se here," said a small voice 
from the back parlor. 

" What are you there for?" asked his mother, 
opening the door and looking in. Allen did not 
answer at first. He was standing in the corner, 
with a sober look on his face. " Come out to 
your little cart," said his mother; " it is waiting 
for another run." " I'se not here long 'nuff," 
said the little boy. 

11 What are you doing here at all," asked his 
mother. " I's punishing my own self. I picked 
some green currants and they went into my 
mouth," said Allen. " O, when mother told you 
not to! Green currants will make my little boy 
sick," said his mother, in a sorry tone. 

11 You needn't punish me," said Allen, " I pun- 
ish my own self." His mother often put him in 
the back parlor alone when he had been a 
naughty boy, and he took the same way to pun- 
ish himself. 

11 In a little village, a poor old woman lived 



20 PENITENCE. 

with a pretty granddaughter. One day the aged 
woman went without her crutch, but her pretty 
granddaughter was near her to serve as a support. 
It continued thus for a long time. To the prome- 
nade, to church or to market, the good old grand- 
dame no longer used her crutch, but trotted 
about leaning on her granddaughter. There was 
much prattling about this in the village and at 
last they found out the cause. The grand- 
daughter in a fit of passion, threw her grand- 
mother's crutch into the fire, and the old woman 
was so poor she could not buy another. The 
hasty girl cried and repented, and the frail old 
woman pardoned her; but her grandchild never 
emitted her for an instant, and served as a faithful 
crutch till she saved up money enough to buy a 
new crutch on which were the words, " Repent- 
ance and pardon." 

If we repent we shall be sorry for the sin. 

Nellie was fond of sweet things, but they were 
not good for her. One day she disobeyed her 
mother and helped herself to a plate of rich cake, 
of which she ate freely. She soon grew feverish, 
complained of a headache, and was obliged to go 
to bed. 

Her mother feared she was going to be ill. On 
entering her closet however, the empty plate and 
the crumbs on the floor explained the mystery of 



PENITENCE. 21 

the sudden attack. She went to her child's room. 
11 Have you been eating anything you ought 
not, Nellie?" 

Nellie looked in her mother's face and saw that 
she had found out about the cake. It would do 
no good to deny it. 

" Yes, mamma, I ate some cake." 
" No wonder you are sick. You took the cake 
without leave, which w r as stealing, and you dis- 
obeyed me by going into the closet. You are 
being punished for your sins. Are you sorry, 
Nellie?" she asked, seeing the child's tears falling 
fast. 

" Yes, mamma," she sobbed, " I'm sorry the 

cake made me sick, and sorry you found it out." 

Nellie was not really penitent, for she was not 

sorry for her sin, but sorry that her sin was found 

out and that she had to suffer. 

If we repent of sin what we do will show it. 
When John the Baptist was preaching he said, 
" Bring forth therefore fruits meet for repent- 
ance." Mat. 3: 8. 

The prodigal repented when he turned his feet 
toward his father's house. Lu. 15: 18-21. 

The magicians repented when they brought 
their costly books of sorcery and burned them. 
Ac. 19: 19. 

That liquor dealer repented who carted his 



22 PENITENCE. 

whole stock of fine liquors down in front of the 
church and set them on fire. 

Lot's wife did not repent, for though she turned 
her feet from wicked Sodom, her heart was still 
toward it. Ge. 19: 26. 

If we repent of sin we should also " believe the 
gospel." 

The gospel is the good tidings that Jesus dies 
to save us. Faith is not feeling something in us 
that tells us we are saved; it is believing some- 
thing outside of us; it is resting on God's sure, 
eternal Word, which shall never pass away. 

A minister sat beside a wealthy man who had 
lost all interest in business in his intense longing 
to learn the way of salvation. But somehow the 
minister could not make him understand. All in 
vain the man of God sought to free him and bring 
him out into the sunlight. He was about to go 
away in despair, when the millionaire's little 
daughter came into the room and throwing her 
arms about her father's neck, said, " Papa, my 
teacher says I must have a slate to-morrow; may 
I have a slate?" 

" Certainly, my darling." 

The child kissed and thanked him and went 
away singing. Then the minister said, " The 
same faith in God which your little child exercised 
in you would bring you the gift of salvation." 



PENITENCE. 23 

A smile broke over the rich man's face; " Oh! 
I see," he exclaimed. " I never knew it was so 
simple." 

So little one, just as you believe your father or 
mother when they promise you anything, so you 
believe Jesus when he says, " Repent ye there- 
fore — that your sins maybe blotted out." Ac. 
3:19. When you repent and believe you are for- 
given. God wants you to be very glad and grate- 
ful. Isa. 12:2; Ps. 103: 1-3. 

Our Prayer. Blessed Lord, I am sorry for 
all my sins. I do believe You forgive them all. 
I am glad to be saved. I trust You to help me to 
show that I am grateful by being good all the days. 



Our Tfyird JVIorrping Glory. 
PARDON- 

"Thou art a God ready to pardon." Neh. 9: 17. 
(Enclose these texts in red brackets [] and put a double cross 
+ on the margin.) 

To pardon means to forgive. 

To be pardoned is to have all our sins 
forgiven. 

Nellie, who had just recovered from a danger- 
ous illness, said, " Mamma, I prayed last night." 
° Did you dear? Don't you always pray?" " Oh 
yes; but I prayed a real prayer last night. I 
don't think I ever prayed a real prayer before. 
I lay awake a long time. I thought what a 
naughty girl I had been so often. I tried to 
reckon up all the bad things I had done; there 
seemed to be lots of them. And I tried to re- 
member what I did in one week, but there seemed 
to be such a heap; then I knew I had not re- 
membered them all. And I thought, what if 
Jesus had come to me when I was so ill? Then 
I thought about Jesus coming to die for bad peo- 
ple, and that He delights to forgive them. So I 
got out of bed, and kneeled down and tried to 
tell Jesus how bad I was; and I asked Him to think 



PARDON. 25 

over the sins that I could not remember. Then 
I waited and gave Him time to think of them, and 
when I thought He had remembered them all, I 
asked Him to forgive them. And I am sure He 
did, mamma, because He said He would. Then I 
felt so happy, and I got into bed, and did not 
feel a bit afraid of God anymore." Of course 
she did not, because the good Book says, 
" Blessed are they whose iniquities are forgiven, 
and whose sins are covered." Ro. 4: 7. 

To be pardoned is to be free. 

When a prisoner is pardoned they let him go 
out of prison. Sin binds us. Satan binds us. 
When we trust in Jesus He sets us free. Jno. 
8:36. 

A missionary went to visit a wicked man of 
whom almost everybody was afraid. As he 
entered the door the fierce, wild, drunken fellow 
said, " I suppose you're come to try and convert 
me." "You're about right, Joey." Then Bill 
Blake said to his boy, " Go up stairs and bring 
me that new coil o s rope." The boy returned 
with the rope. " Sit in that chair, Joey," was 
the command. The missionary stood by won- 
dering. Joey seated himself in a wooden chair 
by the fireside. In silence Bill tied his boy's 
body to the back of the chair, and knotted him,' 
arms and legs, hard and fast, all over. When he 



26 PARDON. 

had done he said, " Is he fast?" " That he is." 
" Can he get away?" " No, indeed, he cannot." 
11 Well, see here, missionary, that's just what I 
am; I'm fast bound, hand and foot by my sins, 
and have been so for years, and I can't get away." 
Pulling a knife from his pocket, he cut the rope 
all around the boy and said, " Is he free?" " Oh, 
yes." "Did he free himself?" " No, that he 
did not," said the delighted missionary, who saw 
his chance to tell poor Bill of Jesus. " Well," 
said Bill, " when you can do that for me, I'll be 
glad to see you, but since you cannot, there's the 
door." " Stop a bit," said the missionary, 
" though I cannot set you free, I have a friend who 
can." And then he told him how Jesus could 
pardon all his sins and keep him from getting 
drunk and free him from all his bad habits. Bill 
Blake listened, and at last he got down on his 
knees and asked God to forgive all his sins and 
believed on Him and became sober and good and 
kind. 

To be pardoned is to have all our sins blotted 
out. 

A poor little fellow came into a temperance 
school. There was something about his pale, 
pinched, face, and the eagerness with which the 
boy listened, and the way in which he signed the 
pledge that touched the teacher's heart. She 



PARDON. 27 

loved God and little children. She talked with 
the forlorn child until she learned that he had a 
pet rat that he had tamed, which he loved better 
than anything else in the world. She listened 
while he told all the tricks he had taught Skee, 
and how he would fight any boy that teased him. 
Then she said, " Suppose some day Skee should 
not come when you called him?" " Skee wouldn't 
ever do that. He always minds just as quick!" 
" Suppose he wouldn't do any of the things you 
ask of him?" " I can't 'spose, 'cause he would." 
" What if he should go and live with some other 
boy, and never live with you any more?" The 
boy gulped down a sob. He had neither mother 
nor sister nor playmate to love. All his heart had 
gone out to this strange little pet. " He wouldn't, 
Miss Graham," he said. Then Miss Graham told 
him that the dear Savior loved him more than he 
did Skee, loved Him so much that He had died for 
him. The next week he came again and lingered 
when the rest were gone. " What is it Jimmy;" 
Miss Graham asked, kindly. " What you told 
me last week," the boy sobbed. " I don't know 
how to love Him when He loves me so, and I feel 
awful mean not to do it." " Jimmy, have you 
ever done anything wrong?" " Lots of times. 
Why, I've drunk beer, and hid when Pop called 
me, and stole pennies out of his pocket, and fit 



28 PARDON. 

with the boys, and" — with along sigh — " ever so 
many more." Miss Graham went to the black- 
board and wrote everything Jimmy told her. 
Then she said, " Jesus loves you, Jesus has prom- 
ised to forgive all your sins, and when He does 
you cannot help loving Him." She opened her 
Bible and read, " /, even /, am He that blotteth 
out thy transgressions." Isa. 43:25. Then she 
took the blotter and rubbed out all that was 
written on the board. " Let us kneel and pray," 
she said, " and ask Jesus to blot out all your 
sins." When they rose from their knees the 
child's face was bright. " They're every one 
rubbed out. I do love Him, Miss Graham," he 
said. The following week he brought his half- 
intoxicated father, and said, " Pop wants his sins 
rubbed out, too. " The faithful teacher pointed 
the father to Christ, and when he rose from his 
knees he was sober and saved and ready to be- 
gin a new life. And the next week he brought 
one of his neighbor's and the Lord blotted out all 
his sins and made him happy in Jesus. 

When God pardons our sins He forgets them. 

He will never bring them up against us at the 
judgment. For he says, " I . . . will not remem- 
ber thy sins." Isa. 43: 25. 

When I was a little girl I went out into the 
strawberry field one noon time when the bell 



PARDON. 29 

rang. I jumped up and ran toward the school- 
house. Soon I saw some big, red berries and 
down I went into the grass to gather them. Then 
I ran a little ways further when I saw some more 
and stopped to pick them. Looking toward the 
schoolhouse I saw the door was shut. Then how 
I did run, but I was late. The reading class had 
been called and I must go down to the foot. I 
I had been at the head such a long time. Oh, 
how I cried when I found I had lost my place and 
must go to the foot. 

That night papa said, " Abbie, your mother 
and I are going around to Miss Gedney's. Have 
you any word to send your teacher?'' I thought 
of the strawberries and my being late and my 
place away at the foot and said, " No, papa, I 
haven't any word to send. " 

A little later I went up to bed but I could not 
sleep. I thought, M Miss Gedney will tell papa 
and mamma the wrong thing I did this noon and 
when they come home they will whip me." So 
I lay and tossed and listened for my parents' foot- 
steps on the stairs. After such a long time, they 
came home, but they went straight to their own 
room and I said, " I am not going to get any 
whipping until morning." I rose late and went 
into the dining room trembling, but papa and 
mamma said^ " Good morning," so kindly that I 



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PARDON. 



thought, " I am not going to get a whipping until 
after breakfast." 

When we were all through papa said, " Abbie, 
come here," and I thought, " Oh! I am going to 
get it now." But as I stood beside him my 
father kissed me and said, " Abbie, it makes your 
mother and me so happy to have Miss Gedney 
tell us you are such a good girl in school." Was 
not I a happy child? How good my teacher was 
to forget what a naughty girl I had been that 
noon. I grew to be a woman, and forgot all 
about it until one day I read in my Bible, " I will 
forgive their iniquity and I will remember their 
sins no more." Jer. 31 : 34. Then like a flash it 
all came back to me, and I saw how God forgets 
our sins when He forgives them. 

Once in a sermon an aged minister told how 
he had been a thief, gambler and drunkard. 
After the sermon his old mother tottered up to 
him and said, " My dear boy, what made you tell 
the people you did all those dreadful things, you 
never did." You see, the dear old mother had 
really forgotten what a bad boy her son used to 
be when he was young. The Bible says, " Love 
covereth all sins." Pr. 10: 12; I Pe. 4:8. God's 
love is deeper than a mother's. He forgets utterly 
that we have sinned. 

If God forgives our sins and forgets them, we 



PARDON. 31 

ought to forgive and forget the sins of others. 

A little street waif was run over and fatally 
injured and taken to a hospital. The only one 
who ever came to enquire for him was a poor 
forlorn boy of his own age. One day the nurse 
told him Billy had no chance to get well and took 
him to see the sick boy. Pale and weak and 
emaciated he opened his eyes, but before he 
could speak the boy bent close above him and 
sobbed, " Billy, can yer forgive a feller? We was 
always fighting and I was alius too much for yer; 
but I'm sorry, Tore ye die won't ye tell a feller 
ye ain't no grudge agin me?" The young lad 
reached up his thin, white arms and clasped them 
around the other's neck and said, " Don't cry, 
Bob, don't feel bad. I was ugly and mean, and 
I was a heaving a stone at ye when the wagon hit 
me. If ye'll forgive me, I'll forgive ye and I'll 
pray for both of us." Bob came every day after 
that and the boys were so happy together. 

God has promised that He will cast all our sins 
" into the depths of the sea." Mi. 7: 19. Not 
into the shallow brook, but into the deep waters 
where no one can ever find them. 

When He forgives us He wants us to say, as 
Hezekiah did, " Thou hast cast all my sins behind 
Thy back." Isa. 38: 17. God wants us to know 
that He puts Himself between us and our sins. 



32 PARDON. 

Jesus " bare our sins in His own body on the 
tree," so we shall never have to bear them, i Pe. 
2: 24. I am glad, are not you? 

LET US PRAY. Our Father who art in heaven, 
we thank Thee that Thou didst send Jesus to bear 
all our sins, and we believe that Thou hast for- 
given them every one. Thou art so good and 
kind. We love Thee and we want to serve 
Thee. 



Our Fourth ]\flori?ii?g Glorg. 
Purity, i Ti. 4: 12. 

"Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow." Ps. 51: 7. 

(Draw a red line under the texts and put a tiny red Maltese 
cross ^ on the margin. We have purity through the blood of 
Jesus shed on the cross. I Jno. i: 7.) 

Cut this text out of bright red paper and hang 
it opposite some cot in a hospital. 

Purity is freedom from sin. To be pure is to 
be clean and chaste. Sin makes our hearts black. 
My sister was talking to her little four-year-old 
girl one day about sin stains. Little Rilla looked 
up into her mother's face and said, " Mamma, 
I'm afraid my heart is getting just a little spotty." 
Yes, little ones, every time you tease, or fret, or 
disobey, or are naughty, it makes a sin spot. 

Snow is a symbol of purity. There is nothing 
so beautiful as the newly fallen snow, when the 
sun makes it bright like gold dust and diamonds. 
Yet our hearts and lives are to be more pure and 
white and beautiful than the clear, spotless snow- 
fields. A teacher asked, " How can the Lord 
wash our hearts so that they will be whiter than 
snow?" " I know," was the quick answer of a 
little boy taught of God, " When you look 



34 PURITY. 

through a microscope at the flakes of snow, there 
is a dark spot in the centre of each flake. When 
God washes our hearts He does not leave any 
dark spots on them. ,, 

In a school in North Carolina the children 
were asked, " What is whiter than snow?" One 
said, " Cotton," another, " Chalk," another, 
11 Milk," but one little one said, l< A heart that is 
washed in the blood of the Lamb." 

A little five-year-old boy looked up at his 
mother one morning and said, " Mamma, ain't I 
whiter than snow?" The mother did not answer 
him, and the child's lips quivered and his eyes 
filled with tears as he cried out, " Why mamma, 
didn't I give my heart to Jesus that day in the 
tent and now ain't I whiter than snow?" Dear 
little fellow, of course he was. When we give 
our hearts to Jesus and ask Him to make us 
whiter than snow he just loves to do it for us. 

An English nobleman, whose wife was dead, 
had one little daughter whom he loved dearly but 
did not see often. The child's nurse taught her 
about Jesus. The father used sometimes to 
amuse his little girl by riddles, and one time she 
said to him, " Papa, do you know what is whiter 
than snow?" He was not a Christian and had 
never read our text. " No," he said, " I don't." 
Then the little one said, " A soul washed in the 



PURITY. 35 

blood of Jesus is whiter than snow." The father 
asked, " Who told you?" " My nurse," said the 
child. The father privately requested the nurse 
not to teach his little girl religion for fear she 
would be gloomy, and forgot all about it. Some 
time afterward the Prince of Wales was visiting 
them and noticed the child. She said to him, 
" Do you know what is whiter than snow?" He 
did not, and smiled and said, " No, what is it?" 
And the little one said, " A soul washed in 
the blood of Jesus is whiter than snow." The 
father heard the words from his child's lips the 
second time, and he kept thinking about them until 
he became a Christian, and through him thous- 
ands of people were saved. Isn't it lovely that 
a little child's word can bring people to Jesus? 

A poor little black girl, with bare head and 
bare feet came into a large Sunday School where 
the children in their cool, white gowns were sing- 
ing, " Whiter than snow." She sat still, with 
eyes and mouth wide open, pleased and satisfied. 
No one took any notice of her, and during the 
lesson she lay down upon one of the seats and 
fell fast asleep. At the close, the superintend- 
ent, who was a physician, upon going to waken 
her, found she was ill with a fever. The poor 
child had suffered for days without any attention 
and, attracted by the singing, had crept into the 



36 PURITY. 

church because she could go no further. She 
was taken to the hospital and cared for. One of 
the teachers visited her. She was always pleased 
when she saw anything white, and in her ravings 
was always saying " White" and " Snow." One 
day when the teacher took her some flowers, 
with her little black hands she picked out a white 
one and laid away all the rest. At last she be- 
came quiet and ceased to rave, and said to the 
nurse, "Sing lady." "What shall I sing?" 
" Whiter than snow." The nurse began singing 
softly. The little one interrupted her, " Missus, 
does that mean me?" " Yes, my child." " Me, 
a nigger?" "Yes, my child." "Den sing it 
some more." The nurse sang it again and then 
told her how Jesus could wash all our sins and 
though her skin was black her soul could be 
whiter than snow. She was happy and lay still 
for a long time. She grew weaker and one day 
at twilight she whispered, " Once more." " What 
my child?" " Sing." And while the nurse sang 
the only song the child had ever heard, the re- 
deemed spirit of the little black waif who had no 
home and no mother, went up to live with Jesus 
and be happy forever, but He had made her 
" Whiter than snow." 

A little girl went out to play one day in the 
snow, and when she came in she said, " Mamma, 



PURITY. 37 

I couldn't help praying when I was out at play. 
" What did you pray my dear?" " I prayed the 
snow prayer, mamma, that I learned once in 
Sunday-school: * Wash me and I shall be whiter 
than snow.' " I do not know whether the little 
girl ever heard it or not, but here is a promise 
that goes with the prayer. " Though your sins 
be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow." 
Isa. i : 1 8. Scarlet is a color that never washes 
white, but though sin be deep dyed, even double 
dyed, God can make the sinner clean. 

Our Prayer. Blessed Lord, I ask You to 
wash away all my sins in the blood of Jesus, be- 
cause He died for me, and loves me and wants 
my heart clean and white. I believe You do hear 
me and answer me and wash me " whiter than 
snow." Help me to-day and keep my heart 
without any sin spots, for Jesus' sake. Amen. 



38 PURITY. 

BIBLE ACROSTIC. 

KEEP THYSELF PURE, i Ti. 5: 22. 
Even a child. Pr. 20: II. 
Every man. 1 Jno. 3: 3. 
Purify your hearts. Jas. 4: 8. 

The pure in heart. Mat. 5:8. 
He cleanseth. Jno. 15:2. R. V. 
Ye are clean through the word. Jno. 15:3. 
Sanctify and cleanse. Eph. 5:26. 
Example of the believers — in purity. I Ti. 4: 12. 
Zove out of a pure heart. 1 Ti. 1: 5. R. V. 
Polio w righteousness — pure heart. 2 Ti. 2: 22; 
1 Ti. 3:9; Jas. 3: 17; 1 Jno. 1:9. 

Pure religion. Jas. 1 : 27. 

£/nto the pure all things are pure. Tit. 1:15. 

Renew a right spirit. Ps. 51: 10. 

Zsvery word of God is pure. Pr. 30: 5. 



Our Fifth horning Glory. 
Peace. 

"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you." Jno.l4:27. 

(Draw a blue line under the word " Peace," and mark them 
with round ( ) brackets.) 

Peace is the gift of Jesus. 

" Put me down," said a wounded soldier to his 
comrades. " Do not trouble to carry me any fur- 
ther; I am dying." They then put him down 
and went back to the field. A few minutes after 
an officer saw the man and said, " Can I do any- 
thing for you?" 

" Nothing, thank you; I am dying." 

" Shall I get you a little water?" 

" No, thank you." 

" Is there nothing I can do for you? Shall I 
write to your friends?" 

" I have no friends to whom you can write. 
There is one thing. In my knapsack you will 
find a Testament: will you open it to the 14th 
chapter of John? Near the end of the chapter is 
a verse that begins with ' Peace': will you read it?" 

The officer read the words, " Peace I leave with 
you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world 



40 PEACE. 

giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be 
troubled, neither let it be afraid." 

" Thank you sir," said the dying man. " I 
have that peace — I am going to that Savior." 
These were his last words, he closed his eyes and 
sweetly fell asleep in Jesus. 

We read of Peace in the Bible in four ways. 

1. Peace with God. 

2. The peace of God. 

3. Peace with men. 

4. The God of Peace. 

"By faith we have peace with God." Ro.5:i. 

" By prayer and supplication with thanksgiv- 
ing," we have " the peace of God." Ph. 4: 6, 7. 

By doing the will of God we dwell in the con- 
scious presence of " the God of Peace." Ph. 4: 
9; He. 13: 20, 21. 

By yielding to others we " live peaceable with 
all men." Ro. 12: 18; Eph. 4:2, 3. 

Where there is peace there is union. 

Peace with God is the union that comes from 
reconciliation. 

The peace of God is the union that comes from 
communion. 

Peace with men is the union of brother with 
brother and friend with friend. 

The conscious presence of the God of peace is 
the union that comes with service. 



PEACE. 41 

I. PEACE WITH GOD. 

Every child of God who has repented and been 
pardoned and washed in the blood, has " peace 
with God," for " being justified by faith, we 
have peace with God. Ro. 5:1. We have l( joy 
and peace in believing." Ro. 15:13. It is not 
a question of feeling but of fact. The moment 
we believe God pardons our sins that moment we 
are " reconciled to God," Ro. 5: 10, and have 
" peace with God." 

A doctor who had long been anxious to be at 
peace with God was visiting a Christian patient. 
The Spirit had convinced him of sin, and he 
longed for that peace which the world cannot 
give, so he said to the sick one, " I want you to 
tell me just what it is — this faith in Jesus which 
brings peace." 

His patient replied: " Doctor, in my sickness 
I have felt that I could do nothing, I have put 
my case in your hands; I am trusting in you. 
That is exactly what every poor sinner must do 
in the Lord Jesus Christ." 

A new light came into the doctor's soul. " Is 
that all?" he cried; " Simply believing in Jesus! I 
see it! Jesus said on the cross, ' It is finished,' 
Jno. 19: 30. He has done the work. I believe 
it." The doctor went away with a great peace 
in his heart. 



42 PEACE. 

A request was sent to a prayer meeting to 
pray earnestly for Margaret, a poor girl, dying in 
the work house, who had no hope and no peace. 
Prayer after prayer was offered. The next morn- 
ing when one of the sisters entered the ward, the 
sick girl's face was radiant. " Dear Margaret, 
when did the peace come?" " Oh! ma'am let me 
tell you all. After you left I seemed to grow 
worse. In the evening I could not rest. I asked 
the nurse to lift me out on that chair. It was 
just half-past eight (the prayer meeting lasted 
from eight until nine) and as I sat there, there 
flashed into my mind that verse you told me, 
'The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us 
from all sin/ and then I knew He meant it for 
me — for my sins. And now," she said, lifting 
her sweet, happy eyes; " my heart feels as if it 
were asleep." 

2. THE PEACE OF GOD. 

We cannot have the peace of God until after 
we have peace with God. 

" Acquaint now thyself with Him, and be at 
peace." Job. 22: 21. 

" Peace be multiplied unto you through the 
knowledge of God." 2 Pe. 1:2. 

Reading the Bible and praying will help us to 
know God. 

Our Heavenlv Father loves us, so He tells us 



PEACE. 43 

to cast all our anxiety upon Him for He careth 
for us. I Pe. 5:7. R. V. He says, " In nothing 
be anxious; but in everything by prayer — let 
your requests be known — and the peace of God 
which passeth all understanding shall guard your 
hearts. " Ph. 4:6, 7. R. V. If we are worried 
or anxious we have not the peace of God. If 
we will just pray, in time of trouble, God will 
give us His peace. A baby boy with golden curls 
and sunny face, climbed one day over a shaking 
grapevine trellis up to the second story window. 
The mother, seeing him, waited for her darling, 
not daring to whisper lest his little brain should 
grow dizzy, or his tiny feet stumble. The neigh- 
bors watched him tremblingly until his mother 
drew him into the window and held him in her 
arms. " My darling, " she exclaimed, " were you 
not afraid?" " Oh, no, mamma," was the baby's 
quick reply, " I was prayin' all the time I was 
climbin , . ,, 

3. PEACE WITH MEN. 

As our next morning glory is " Peacemakers," 
we will not write about this aspect of peace here. 

4. THE GOD OF PEACE. 

God said through David, " Great peace have 
they which love thy law." Ps. 119: 165. Jesus 
said, " If any man will come after me, let him 



44 PEACE. 

deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow 
me." Mat. 16:24. We take up our cross when 
we surrender our will to God's will, when we do 
not want our way but His way. When we take 
up our cross we know the God of peace is with 
us and we are ready to serve Him. 

A mother said one day to her little seven-year- 
old boy, " Freddie, there is your tin kitchen, you 
are through with it. I know a poor child who 
would be glad to have it. " " Why, mamma, I 
think a good deal of my tin kitchen, " he said. 
" All right," answered mother. Soon Freddie 
came to his mother and asked, " Do you think I 
ought to give away my tin kitchen?" " Do just 
as you wish, dear, the little child would be glad 
of it." Again, later he said, " Mamma, I do be- 
lieve you think 1 ought to give away my tin 
kitchen. " " I did not know you thought so much 
of it, keep it if you wish." At night, he wept 
and said, " Mamma, what shall I do? My heart 
is so selfish, I ain't willing to give away my tin 
kitchen. " " Ask the Lord to make you willing. " 
The little fellow knelt and honestly prayed the 
Lord to make him willing to give up his tin 
kitchen. The next morning he went to his mother 
with a smiling face and said, " Mamma, you may 
give away my tin kitchen, I don't want it any 
more. I asked the Lord to make me willing and 



PEACE. 45 

He has. " When Freddie prayed and took up his 
cross he became conscious of the presence of the 
God of peace, and could serve Him by giving the 
pretty toy to the poor children. 

Our Prayer. Lord Jesus we thank Thee 
that we have peace with God, the peace of par- 
don. We ask Thee to give us more and more 
the peace of God, the peace of prayer. We want 
to be at peace with those about us. We thank 
Thee that Thou art the God of peace. Help us 
always to take up our cross, to surrender our wills. 
Teach us how we can serve Thee every day. 



Our Sixtfy JVTornipg Glory. 
PEACEMAKERS. 

"Blessed are the peacemakers." Mat. 5: 9, 
(Mark just like the fifth morning glory.) 

Jesus was the great Peacemaker. He " made 
peace through the blood of His cross." Col. I : 
20. He reconciled us to God. 

Abraham was a peacemaker when he gave up 
his own right and allowed Lot to have the first 
choice. Ge. 13: 5-12. 

Isaac was a peacemaker when, rather than have 
strife, he gave up the wells to which he had a 
double right, because his father dug them and he 
re-dug them. Ge. 26: 17-25. 

Gideon was a peacemaker when he compli- 
mented the men of Ephraim who " did chide with 
him sharply" because he did not take them out 
with him to battle. Judg. 8: 1-3. 

Little Lizzie was a peacemaker. Two boys 
were quarreling on the street and she stepped 
between them and received the blow which Henry 
meant for William. " Oh, Lizzie," said Henry, 
44 I did not mean to hit you. I wouldn't have 
done it for the world." "I know that," said 



PEACEMAKERS. 47 

Lizzie, " But I am so glad you did, for now you 
have got over wanting to hit William." 

Cruso was a peacemaker, though he was only 
a dog. Willie and Harry and Cruso were great 
friends. Cruso was a good play-fellow and often 
had much good sense. He was better tempered 
than the boys, and as to quarrelling he was quite 
above it. One day Cruso lay in the sun napping 
when he heard loud angry words, then a sharp 
blow, and starting up quickly saw Willie and 
Harry in a regular fight. The sensible dog was 
shocked, and what do you think he did? He 
sprang in between them, and bit each of them 
sharply! He thought both deserved to be pun- 
ished and did not stop to ask which struck first. 
The boys laughed and stopped fighting. 

Little Alice was a peacemaker. One day her 
sister Lettie came running into the room where 
she sat learning her Bible verse. She brought a fat 
puppy with her. Alice said, " Lettie I am afraid 
mamma would not like him here, he is so mis- 
chievous. " " Oh I will watch him," Lettie said. 

" Have you learned your verse?" asked Alice. 
" No, where is my Bible?" The child could not 
find it. " Here is Tom's that will do," she said. 

" O Lettie don't use it, Tom would be so angry 
if anything happened to it," said Alice. 



48 PEACEMAKERS. 

But Lettie did not care and began to study her 
verse. 

Presently Alice was called away by her mother, 
and Lettie dropped the Bible and went to get 
some bread for the puppy. 

When the girls came back there was Prince 
with Tom's beautiful, new Bible all torn and 
scratched and spoiled. 

When Tom, a lad of fifteen, came in and saw it 
he said, " I'll never forgive you Lettie as long as 
you live. " 

Poor Lettie sobbed and Alice tried to comfort 
her, but the child went to bed and cried herself 
to sleep. 

The next day Tom would not speak to Lettie 
and it was a sad Sunday. Alice kept thinking of 
the text, " Blessed are the peacemakers.'* 

Toward night she went up and knocked timidly 
at Tom's door. No answer. " Tom." " Who's 
there," growled the boy. " It's only I," the lit- 
tle girl said, wishing she had not come up after 
all. " Come in," the boy replied. 

11 Tom, come down, it's too cold here." No 
answer. 

" Oh! Tom," she cried, with tears in her eyes, 
11 I do wish you would forgive Lettie, she is so 
sorry/' 

" What does it matter to you? Suppose it was 



PEACEMAKERS. 49 

your Bible. Forgive her, indeed, I'll never for- 
give her." 

" Oh! Tom," she said, sobbing, and stopped. 
" Well— what?" " Didn't you say * Our Father' 
in church?" " Well, what if I did?" "Didn't 
you ask God to forgive you as you forgave those 
who trespassed against you, and Tom dear would 
you like him to?" 

A long time the child stood by her brother and 
waited. At last looking into his sister's tearful 
face he threw his arms around her and said, " All 
right, Alice, I'll go down," 

He walked bravely up to Lettie and kissing 
her said huskily, " I was horribly cross, won't 
you forgive me?" The child burst into tears and 
cried out, " Oh! I am so sorry about the Bible." 
And the brother and sister were reconciled, and 
Alice's text, " Blessed are the peacemakers," has 
a new meaning for her now. 

The Bible tells us, 

" Live peaceably with all men." Ro. 12:18. 

" Follow peace with all." He. 12: 14. 

" Be at peace among yourselves. 1 Th. 5: 13. 

Let us see how to do this. 

1. Keep the Golden Rule, Mat. 7: 12. Two 
little girls named Rose and Addie had the same 
books and playthings but they never quarreled. 
No one ever saw one of them pout or speak cross 



50 PEACEMAKERS. 

or slap the other or run away in a pet. Trund- 
ling hoop, playing with Rover, helping mother, 
they were always the same sweet little girls. 
" You never seem to quarrel," said a lady to 
them, one day. " How is it that you are always 
so happy together?" They looked up, and the 
older answered, " Oh, you know, Addie lets me 
and I let Addie. " " Ah, that is it," the lady said; 
44 Addie lets Rose and Rose lets Addie." They 
both kept the Golden Rule. 

2. Pray with each other. A missionary in 
West Africa went to see one of the heathen con- 
verts who was ill. He asked him, 4< Do you and 
your wife live in peace together?" 4< Oh yes," 
said the African, 44 when we feel like quarreling 
we shake hands and pray together." Those are 
peaceful homes where father and mother and 
brother and sister pray together. 

3. Never answer back. A little girl trying in 
vain to learn her spelling lesson said wearily to her 
brother, 44 O Paul where do all these lots of words 
come from?" " Why, Gracie, don't you know? 
It's because people quarrel so much! Whenever 
they quarrel one word brings on another and 
that's the reason we've got such a long string of 
them." 

44 I wish they'd stop it," sighed Gracie; 4< then 
the spelling books wouldn't be so big." 



PEACEMAKERS. 51 

Paul's explanation was funny if not correct. 
One part of it was true. " Whenever they quar- 
rel, one word brings on another!" Let us never 
answer back and we shall live peaceably. 

4. Think how senseless it is to quarrel. 

A little child, becoming wearied with the 
quarreling of two children over a glass of milk, 
exclaimed, " What's the use of quarreling over 
that milk? There is a whole cowful out in the 
barn. " 

A tiny boy scrambled into the back of a man's 
wagon to ride with him. Seeing a scratch on his 
face the gentleman asked how it came there. 
" Me an' another bov was firfitin' 'round at 
school." " What were you fighting about?" With 
engaging frankness he said, " Oh, nossin!" 

How strange and sad that people, even God's 
children, sometimes become angry with each 
other without any good reason. 

5. Never strike back. One morning a little 
girl and her mother were looking out of the win- 
dow into the barnyard. There stood many cows, 
oxen and horses waiting to drink. It was a cold 
morning. The cattle were all still and meek, till 
one of the cows turned round and accidentally hit 
her next neighbor, whereupon the neighbor 
kicked and hurt another. In five minutes all the 
cattle were furiously kicking each other. The 



52 PEACEMAKERS. 

mother said, " See what comes of kicking when 
you are hit." Afterwards if the little girl or her 
brother were irritable mother would say, " Take 
care my children: remember how the fight in the 
barnyard began. Never give back a kick for a 
hit." 

6. Remember the proverb , "It takes two to 
make a quarrel." 

* 'There's a knowing little proverb, 

From the sunny land of Spain, 
But in Northland, as in Southland, 

Is its meaning clear and plain. 
Lock it up within your hearts; 

Neither lose nor lend it — 
'Two it takes to make a quarrel; 

One can always end it.' " 

7. Bear and forbear. Dr. Newton tells of an 
old couple who had quarreled for years but sud- 
denly ceased and were always at peace with each 
other. They had been converted. Some one 
asked them how it was they never quarreled now, 
and one of them said, " We keep two bears in the 
house." " Two bears!" said the friend, " what 
do you mean?" " Why, two Bible bears. Their 
names are 'Bear' and 'Forbear/ One is " Bear 
ye one another's burdens. " Ga. 6: 2. The other 
is, " Forbearing one another in love." Eph. 4: 2. 

8. Don't Justify yourself. When Jesus was 
accused — " He answered nothing." Mat. 27:12. 



PEACEMAKERS. 53 

" The fruit of the Spirit is — peace." Ga. 5:23. 
OUR PRAYER. Blessed Lord, teach us how to 
be peacemakers; how to be gentle and loving 
and forgiving like Jesus. 



Our Seventh porning Glory. 
PROMISES. 

"Whereby are given unto us exceeding: great and precious 

promises." 2Pe. 1:4. 

(Mark the promises with a purple P.) 

God's promises are "great." They tell of a 

" Great" God. Jer. 32: 18. 

" Great" Savior. Isa. 19: 20. 

11 Great" power. Ps. 147: 5. 

" Great" faithfulness. Lam. 3: 23. 

" Great" goodness. Ps. 31:19. 

" Great" peace. Isa. 54: 13; Ps. 119: 165. 

" Great" reward. Ps. 19: 1 1 ; Mat. 5: 12. 

God's promises are "exceeding great." 2 Pe. 

i:4. 

He " is able to do exceeding abundantly above 
all that we ask or think." Eph. 3:20. God is 
able to give more than we are able to grasp. 

A prophet's widow had no money, no food and 
no friends to help her. She was in great distress. 
Some men to whom she owed a large sum of 
money came to take her two sons and sell them 
for slaves, but in her trouble the Lord did not 
forget her. He sent Elisha to her home, and she 
told him all her trouble. Then he asked, " what 



PROMISES. 55 

hast thou in the house ?" and she said, " Not any- 
thing — save a pot of oil. " He told her to borrow 
a great many vessels from her neighbors. She 
and the boys went out and brought in all they 
could get. Then the prophet told her to shut 
herself in the room with her sons and take the pot 
of oil and pour into all those other vessels, and 
as fast as she filled them to set them aside. After 
she filled a great many she said to her son, 
" Bring me yet a vessel." But he said, " There 
is not a vessel more." Then the oil stopped run- 
ning. As happy as she could be she ran and 
told Elisha what a great quantity of vessels full 
she had. He said, " Go sell the oil, and pay thy 
debt, and live thou and thy children of the rest." 
2 K. 4: 7. Who would ever " think" that God 
would multiply a little oil to pay a big debt?" 

God's promises are precious. 

Jeremiah said the Word of the Lord was the 
joy and rejoicing of his heart. Jer. 15: 16. 

Solomon said the wisdom of the Lord was 
" better than rubies." Pr. 8: 11. 

Job esteemed the word of the Lord more than 
his " necessary food." Job. 23: 12. 

David said they were " more to be desired than 
gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than 
honey and the honeycomb." Ps. 19: 10. 

A little colored boy sat poring over his Testa- 



56 PROMISES. 

ment his face radiantly happy. " You love your 
little book?" a gentleman asked him. " Oh, yes, 
sir," was the quick reply, " I loves it better than 
'lasses." 

If we would love the Word of God we must: 
I. Know God's promises. A little girl named 
Mary Gordon was very kind to a poor aged wo- 
man, a neighbor, and would wait on her and run 
errands for her. One day the old lady said to 
the child: " You have been kind to me; I will 
give you a present." The little one expected a 
few pennies and was quite disappointed when she 
received a dirty piece of paper. She placed it in 
a drawer and thought little about it. One day 
she heard the old lady was dead and this recalled 
the gift. She spoke to her father about it, and 
it proved to be a note on the bank of England for 
$250. It was presented to the bank and im- 
mediately cashed. 

The Bible is a volume of Bank Notes. It is 
full of promises. There are about thirty thous- 
and. Oh! how rich we should be if we only 
knew them all. 

There are promises for money. Hag. 2:8; 
Ph. 4: 19. 

For health, Ex. 15: 26, 1. c; Jer. 30: 17. 

For strength, Isa. 40:31; Ps. 73:26. . 



PROMISES. 57 

For help when tried or tempted, 2 Co. 9:8: 
He. 4: 16. 

And ever so many more. 

When we pray let us say as David did, " Thou 
hast promised this goodness." 1 Ch. 17:26. 

2. Believe God's promises. When Mr. Dowie 
was in San Francisco there came to his meetings 
a little blind boy with his mother. Georgie had 
no father and had been blind from his birth. 
When the invitation was given for those who 
wanted salvation to stand up, the child asked, 
" What does it mean, mother?" His mother ex- 
plained that he was to believe that Jesus w r ould 
keep His promises and save him, and he must 
give himself wholly to Christ. The next day, 
July 4th, 1888, he came to the afternoon meeting 
and waited to be prayed with for his sight. After 
prayer, Mr. Dowie asked, " Georgie, are you 
saved?" " Yes, sir, I am." " When were you 
saved?" " Yesterday." " How were you saved?" 
" Well," he said, " I have been trying to trust 
Jesus all my life, and yesterday I did it, sir." 
" That is right. Do you expect Jesus to give 
you your sight?" " I am sure he will, sir." Mr. 
Dowie laid his hand upon the blind child's head 
and prayed. When the little boy, who had been 
blind from his birth, opened his eyes, he could 
see. That night he said to his mother, " Mamma, 



58 PROMISES. 

don't you think the Lord will forgive me if I don't 
go to the meeting? I do want to see these fire 
works, they look so beautiful. The first time he 
saw a horse, he said, " Mamma, the horse's tail is 
made of hair. I thought it was like a dog's tail, 
and look, mamma, he has a mustache on his 
head. " At the next meeting when the child told 
he had believed the promises of Jesus and been 
saved, and could see, the people laughed and 
cried as they glorified God for His wonderful 
goodness. 

3. Take God's promises. If you read " Christ 
died for the ungodly," Ro. 5: 6, write it, " Christ 
died for me." 

If you come across, " Christ Jesus came into 
the world to save sinners," add from your heart 
as Paul did, " Of whom I am chief," so He came 
to save me. 1 Ti. 1:15. 

When Phoebe Palmer was near her end a friend 
read the promise, " Fear not; for I have re- 
deemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; 
thou art mine." Isa. 43: 1. As she heard it she 
exclaimed, " Oh, put my name in that promise. 
Read it, 'Fear not, Phoebe Palmer, for I have re- 
deemed thee.'" She took the promise, made it 
hers and was happy. 

4. Rest 07i God's promises. A pious old slave, 
asked why he was always so sunny-hearted under 



PROMISES. 59 

his hard lot, replied, " Ah, massa, I always lays 
flat down on de promises, and den I pray straight 
up to my hebenly Father." So God would have 
us lay our aching head upon His promises and 
rise up stronger from our repose on His unchang- 
ing Word. 

God never broke His Word. God never told 
a lie. He always keeps his promises. He. 10:23. 

Since God keeps his promise to us we should 
keep our promises to others. 

Johnnie was building a beautiful block-house, 
tall and large, and had not the least idea that it 
was a quarter to seven, almost his bedtime. 

" Come, dear, " said mamma, " It is time ta put 
away the blocks and get ready for bed. " 

" O, mamma!" begged the little fellow, " let 
me stay a little longer — just till the clock strikes 
again." 

Mamma glanced at it and said, " If you will 
stop cheerfully when the clock strikes, I will let 
you play on." 

It seemed only a minute to our busy boy when 
the silvery bell rang out; he looked up in sur- 
prise, shut his lips tight for a moment, took a 
long breath, and said sadly, but submissively, " I 
didn't think it would strike so soon, but I must 
keep my truth. " 

Our Prayer. Heavenly Father, we thank 



60 PROMISES. 

Thee for Thy precious promises. Help us to 
believe them all, and learn day by day to take 
them and prove them. Help us always to keep 
our promises to others. 



Our Eighth JVIorrping Glory. 

"Make thy prayer unto Him, and He shall hear thee." Job 22: 27, 

(Mark prayer with a red P.) 

God loves us and we love Him. People who 
love each other like to talk together. 

Prayer is talking to God, in the name of Christ, 
by the power of the Holy Spirit. 

"Prayer is our speech to God. When we read 
the Bible God speaks to us; when we pray we 
speak to God. " 

Prayer is presenting God's promise, endorsed 
by our faith. 

" Prayer is the pitcher which brings the water 
from the brook. " 

" Prayer is the barometer of the soul. ,, 

"Prayer is the gift of the knees. ,, 

"Prayer is the soul of man moving in the pres- 
ence of God," 

"Prayer is the key that opens heaven, and faith 
is the hand that turns it. " 

" Prayer is the cry of faith to the ear of mercy. " 

Let us look at a few of God's commands about 
prayer. 



62 PRAYER. 

" Men ought always to pray , and not to faint." 
Lu. 18: i. 

In the parsonage lived the minister, his wife 
and a busy, fun-loving, happy, little maiden of 
four summers. She was not only merry but 
good, and believed she ought always to pray and 
never to worry. One night the fire bells rang 
out an alarm and they sprang from their beds to 
find one end of the town in flames. A terrific 
wind was blowing, and the fire was rapidly trav- 
eling in the direction of the church and parsonage, 
devouring everything in its way. The air was 
full of flying cinders and in a short time a large 
part of the town lay in ashes. 

Across the street from the church was a vacant 
block, and they began to carry articles from the 
parsonage out to the centre of it, hoping thus to 
save some household treasures. Thinking the 
little one would be safer there they caught her up, 
hurried across the lot, and placed her on the 
ground beside the pile of loose articles, telling 
her to remain till her mamma came for her. In- 
stantly she dropped upon her knees, and clasped 
her little hands, and with her sweet face upturned, 
gleaming white in the flame she cried out, in her 
broken baby way, " Oh, Dod, save our house! 
Oh, Dod, save our house! Oh, Dod, save our 
house!" Over and over she repeated the same 



PRAYER. 63 

words, and as she did so, quick as a flash the 
wind changed, and increasing to a perfect gale 
forced the hungry flames back over the burnt dis- 
trict and not only the parsonage was saved but 
all the other end of the town, in answer to the 
11 effectual, fervent prayer," of a little child. Jas. 

5 : 16. 

"In everything by prayer . . . let your requests 
be made known." Ph. 4: 6. 

During a certain camp-meeting a gang of ruffians 
made trails of powder all through the encamp- 
ment, intending at night to set fire to them. A 
clergyman rushed into the tent exclaiming excit- 
edly; " We are going to have a terrible time to- 
night! " Sister Titus calmly said: " We must pray 
for rain." As there was not a cloud to be seen, 
the faith of some wavered; but this sister asked 
for rain and in less than one hour it came in 
torrents. The powder was not only wet, but 
washed out of sight for the rain fell to the depth 
of several inches. 

" Pray to thy father which is in secret." Mat. 
6: 6. 

A young and uneducated boy was converted. 
His prayers in public were so fluent and fervent 
that his old companions were astonished. At 
length one of them solved the mystery and ex- 



64 PRAYER. 

plained it. " I know how it is that Bill prays so, 
he practices in private. " 

11 What do you do when you feel cross and 
naughty? " they asked a little five-year-old girl. 
" I shut my lips and my eyes tight, and think a 
little prayer to Jesus to come and make me feel 
right, " the sweet child said. 

" Pray . . . in secret; and thy Father shall 

reward thee openly'' Mat. 6: 6. 

A soldier was captured outside the camp and 
tried on suspicion of being a spy. His defense 
was that he had gone beyond the camp to secure 
a place for private prayer. They bade him kneel 
and pray ere they passed upon him the sentence 
of death. The soldier knelt and poured out his 
heart in prayer. So earnest, tender, and unaf- 
fected was his appeal to the throne of grace they 
commanded him to rise and immediately released 
him. 

" Is any . . . afflicted? let hint pray . Jas. 5- I3« 

A poor little orphan boy was induced to go to 
Sunday school. One day his teacher was talking 
about God's faithfulness to His promises, and how 
He always answered the prayers of His children. 
Frank said, " God does not answer my prayer; I 
pray and pray, but I never get answered." One 
of the other boys spoke up and said, " I know 
why God does not answer Frank. It is because 



PRAYER. 65 

he is asking for money." Frank indignantly de- 
nied this. Poor, ignorant little fellows to think 
God never answers prayer for money! But I 
wonder if there are not other wiser children who 
have never imagined that Phil. 4: 19 meant money. 

Frank denied that he prayed for money, but 
refused to tell what his prayer had been. After 
school his teacher drew him aside and tried to 
learn the trouble. His face flushed and paled, 
but he would not tell. At last, just as the teacher 
was about to go, he said, "Perhaps I did wrong; 
I have been praying to die. I have no father or 
mother and I cannot get work anywhere." The 
boy was only twelve. He hired a room and lived 
alone and did his own cooking, and supported 
himself, but times were hard and he was in de- 
spair. A missionary, Miss A. C. Ruddy, who 
has no salary, and no income, save as God puts 
it into the hearts of His children to provide it, 
took him to her home. 

She wrote me, "Frank is busy studying 'Foster's 
Story of the Bible.' As he had been a devourer 
of dime novels the change in his conversation is 
interesting. When he came he had just finished 
the story of the James boys, and he was so full of 
their exploits, that everything he saw reminded 
him of them. Now, instead of, 'That makes me 
think of the James boys,' it is, 'That's just like 



66 PRAYER. 

the children of Israel.' The story is real to him 
and God is blessing it to him, and I believe He 
has yet a work for him to do." Is it not beautiful 
the way God did really answer Frank's prayer? 

" Pray one for another." Jas. 5: 16. 

A missionary from Labrador was the guest of 
a family in London. He told the children about 
his missionary life, and when he went away asked 
them to pray for him. So every night one little 
boy would always finish his prayer with the peti- 
tion, " Lord Jesus, bless the dear missionary and 
keep the polar bears from hurting him." Day 
after day for a year he offered the same prayer. 
The father wrote to his friend and told him and 
asked if he had had any adventures with polar 
bears. The missionary wrote that he had been 
mercifully kept, and hoped his little friend would 
continue to pray. Not long after the missionary 
was appointed to preach many miles away. He 
went on board a small ship with two natives who 
were to row him to the place. As they came 
near a narrow arm of the sea, they saw on a steep 
precipice overhanging the water a bear ready to 
spring upon them. The natives wanted to turn 
back, for they said the monster would jump and 
overturn their boat and plunge them all into the 
greatest danger. But the missionary said, " No, 
we will go on. There is a little boy in England 



PRAYER. 67 

who has been praying for a year that God would 
protect me from the bears. God will do it! " 
They went on. The bear sprang into the water 
and came swimming toward them. One of the 
men fired his pistol. The bear was wounded and 
started away from the ship to the shore. As he 
reached the bank another shot killed him. They 
rowed to the shore and the missionary cut off a 
paw of the bear and dressed it and sent it with a 
kind letter to the faithful boy in London who had 
prayed for him. The boy is a man now, but he 
treasures his bear's paw and loves to tell the story 
of how he obtained it. 

" Continue in prayer . " Col. 4: 2. 

A little girl who suffered greatly during thunder- 
storms was told by her mother to pray when she 
felt afraid. 

One day, at the close of a fearful storm, she 
told her mother that praying during the danger 
brought her no relief. 

" Then/' said her mother, "try praying while the 
sun shines, and see if that will take away the fear. " 

The child did so, and when another storm was 
raging, she said sweetly: " Praying while the sun 
shines is the best way, for I am not the least bit 
afraid now." 

Our Prayer. Lord teach us how to pray. 
Help us to remember to pray. 



Our J^intfy JVIorping Glory. 

"Whatsoever He saith unto you, do it." Jno. 2: 5. 

(Write the word " do n on the margin by the texts, with blue ink. ) 

The big word Performance may be spelled by 
the little word " Do." 

Once Jesus and his disciples were invited to a 
wedding in a home where the mother of Jesus was 
intimate. Part of the refreshment was wine. By 
and by it gave out and the mother of Jesus came 
and talked with Him about it. She guessed that 
Jesus would make some wine, and so she said to 
the servants, " Whatsoever He saith unto you, 
do it. " We will take this for our motto for this 
day's morning glory. Let us emphasize each 
word in it. 

" WHA TSOEVER He saith unto you, do it." 
Do the little things quickly and the big things 
gladly. If we do whatsoever He saith, it is easier 
to pray and to believe God hears us. " Whatso- 
ever we ask, we receive of Him, because we keep 
His commandments." I Jno. 3:22. 

The promise " Whatsoever ye shall ask in my 
name, that will I do," Jno. 14: 13, belongs with 



PERFORMANCE. 69 

the precept, " Whatsoever He saith unto you, do 
it." Jno. 2: 5. 

Do whatsoever He saith, whether you can un- 
derstand it or not. Read the rest of the story of 
the water turned into wine and see how faithful 
was the obedience of the servants. They could 
not see the reason for a large quantity of water. 
The guests had all arrived and washed and were 
sitting at the feast. But they did not dispute the 
Lord's command by saying, " It is wine they 
want, not water." They carried out His instruc- 
tion to the letter. Baron Rothschild and Balzac 
were excellent friends. Once when the author 
was obliged to take a trip to Germany and was 
without money, he went to the Baron. With his 
usual generosity the rich man gave him $600.00 
and a letter of introduction to his nephew at 
Vienna. Balzac thinking the letter cold, formal 
and not complimentary did not follow out the 
wish of the Baron, and never took it to his 
nephew. Returning to Paris, Rothschild asked, 
" Did you see my nephew?" The author replied 
coldly that he had kept the letter. " I am sorry 
for you," said the Baron, taking the despised let- 
ter in his hand and pointing to a peculiar mark 
below his name. " If you had but given it to my 
nephew it would have opened a credit for you at 
the Vienna firm." Oh, how much we miss when 



70 PERFORMANCE. 

we follow our own way instead of our Lord's 
" Whatsoever. " 

Do whatsoever he saith, whether it be pleasant 
or unpleasant. Carrying water was a hard task. 
It called them from the light and warmth and joy 
of the festival to the distant riverside. But they 
were true to the test of their faith. Many times, it 
may be, they went out (perhaps into the darkness,) 
and bore back upon head or shoulder, the water 
that was to be turned into wine for the guests. 

Do whatsoever He saith, constantly and cheer- 
fully. A little girl longed to join a picnic party. 
Her mother knew that it was not wise to let her. 
So when Susie came with the request she said,_ 
" No, dear, you cannot go." She had expected 
to see sorrowful disappointment in her little 
daughter's face but instead the child bounded 
away, singing merrily. " [ was afraid of seeing 
you grievously disappointed," she said afterward 
to the little one. " I have got the 'thy-will-be- 
done' spirit in my heart," the child answered 
sweetly. 

Whatsoever HE saith unto you, do it." He, 
Jesus, who loved you and gave Himself for you. 
Ga. 2: 20. 

A sweet little child said to her teacher, " I have 
to get good right off when I think of dear Jesus. " 

" Doesn't it tire the little arms?" one asked a 



PERFORMANCE. , 71 

child who seemed to be performing a task beyond 
her«strength. <4 Not when I do it for mother," 
the little one said with a smile. 

" Isn't that load too heavy for you?" they said 
to a little boy carrying packages up the stairway. 
" No," he answered cheerily, " father knows how 
much I can carry." 

In a city where the yellow fever was raging a 
gentleman met two Sisters of Charity going out 
early one morning. He asked, " Where are you 
going?" "To the pest house." " What for?" 
" To nurse the sick." " Why," said the gentle- 
man, " I would not go to that house for ten thous- 
and dollars." " Neither would I," was the re- 
ply, " but I would for the love of Jesus." 

" Whatsoever He SAITH unto you> doit." 

The Bible is God's Word to us. In it He tells 
us: 

Love one another. Jno. 15: 12. 

Be ye kind one to another. Ph. 4: 32. 

Pray one for another. Jas. 5: 16. 

Honor thy father and mother. Eph. 6: 2. 

Let us esteem all His precepts concerning all 
things to be right. Ps. 119: 128. 

Blessed are they that hear the Word of God, 
and keep it. Lu. 11:28. 

" Whatsoever He saith UNTO YOU, do it" 

A little fatherless girl, when asked what she 



72 PERFORMANCE. 

could do to help her widowed mother, on whom 
had fallen the care and burden of her husband's 
business, said: "I can only pray to God, and 
hem the dusters." That was the work Jesus had 
given to her and she did it. 

" Whatsoever He saith unto you y DO it." One 
of the last texts in the Bible is: "Blessed are 
they that do His commandments." Re. 22:14. 

Do them, not talk about them, not think about 
them. Not say, " Yes, I will," and then keep on 
playing. I wonder, dear, if you ever say when 
receiving a command from your parents, <4 Yes, 
mamma, in a minute" — " All right, papa, pretty 
soon." That is not true obedience and may 
bring trouble, as in the case of a dear little 
girl, who always meant to obey. If you had 
called Louise a disobedient child it would have 
hurt her, for it was her intention to obey. But, 
she never seemed to be ready just at the time. 
She had said " Wait a moment" so long that the 
moments sometimes grew into hours and there 
was always plenty of time with Louise. When 
her little brother was taken ill, it fell to Louise to 
be the errand-runner, and she was glad to do 
something to help. After the doctor had left one 
day with a serious face, she was sent, with in- 
structions to be quick to the druggist's for medi- 
cine. " All right," she said. She had just taken 



PERFORMANCE. 73 

down her coat when her kitten came in and had 
to be cuddled, then she happened to think of the 
apples that came last night, and down to the cel- 
lar she ran to get one, then her hair didn't just 
suit her, and she gave it a few brushes. Finally, 
when she reached the street she met one of her 
friends, who would go with her, if Louise would 
first go to the shoe store with her. When the 
doctor came baby brother was worse; he asked 
what time he had been given the medicine, and 
when told, he said, " He ought to have had it a 
half hour before." Louise, poor girl, was almost 
heart-broken when she knew her brother was 
worse because she had been too slow getting the 
medicine, and all through the long illness that 
followed she learned to do quickly what she was 
told. 

Whatsoever He saith unto you, do IT." We 
must do just what we are told, not something 
else. Jesus always did his Father's will. 

Our Prayer. Our heavenly Father, we want 
to do whatsoever You say. Teach us how to do 
right. Help us always to obey for Jesus' sake. 
Amen. 



Our Tenth JVIorr^ipg Glory. 
Pluck;. 

"Be strong: and of a good courage." Deu. 31 : 6 ; Josh. 1 : 6, 7, 9. 
(Mark texts with a blue P.) 

Pluck means courage. 

// takes pluck to be good. 

This pluck the Hebrew children had, when 
they chose the fiery furnace rather than to bow 
down and worship the golden image which the 
king had set up. Da. 3: 16-18. 

This pluck Daniel had. He was willing to be 
thrown into the hungry lion's den, rather than 
cease to pray to God three times a day, as he 
always had done. Da. 6: 10. 

This pluck General Harrison had when, at a 
dinner in his honor as a candidate for the office 
of President, he refused wine. One of the guests 
" drank to his health." The general pledged his 
toast by drinking water. Another gentleman 
offered a toast and said: " General will you favor 
me by drinking a glass of wine?" General Har- 
rison begged to be excused. Again urged to 
join in a glass of wine he rose and said, " Gentle- 
men, I have twice refused to partake of wine. I 
hope that will be sufficient. Though you press 



PLUCK. 75 

the matter ever so much, not a drop shall pass my 
lips. I resolved when I started in life to avoid 
strong drink. That vow I have never broken. I 
am one of a class of seventeen young men who 
were graduated from college. The other sixteen 
fill drunkard's graves — and all from the habit of 
wine drinking. I owe health, happiness and 
prosperity to my resolution. Will you urge me 
to break it now?" 

// takes pluck to do good. 

A storm in Iowa undermined a bridge. A 
freight train crossing it at night fell through and 
several were killed. Kate Shelby heard the 
crash. She and her mother, alone in a cottage 
not far away, realized what had happened. Kate 
lighted a lantern and amid the hurricane started 
for the wreck. 

Her light went out, but she felt her way 
through the woods and fallen timbers to the edge 
of the dashing waters that covered the drowned 
men. 

She knew that the express was nearly due and 
that she was the only being who could prevent an 
awful catastrophe. To get to the office a mile 
away to telegraph and stop the express, she must 
cross a bridge four hundred feet long with noth- 
ing but ties and rails, the wind blowing a gale and 
the foaming waters beneath. 



76 PLUCK. 

Not one man in a thousand but would have 
shrunk from the task, but this brave girl on hands 
and knees crawled over the long, weary bridge. Tie 
after tie was passed. It was time for the express 
to come dashing over the bridge which would 
hurl her into the dark waters. The blood from 
her lacerated knees stained her dress, but she did 
not falter. She reached the other side, and the 
remaining half mile almost flew to the telegraph 
office. 

In broken accents she told her tale and fainted. 
The wires were set to work, and a dreadful dis- 
aster averted. 

It takes pluck to fight sin. 

Little David had pluck to go out and fight 
Goliath, who defied the armies of the living God, 
when King Saul and all the rest were afraid of 
the giant. I S. 17: 3454. 

A little boy stood watching a heavy laden truck 
before which was a tired horse who refused to go 
further. A number of trucks were waiting. The 
driver, a great, brutal fellow struck his horse a 
cruel blow. " Give it to him," the other drivers 
cried. Once more the lash came down with bru- 
tal force when suddenly the boy, with pale face, 
stepped forth and said: 

M Stop beating your horse." 

The driver looked amazed. " What did you x 



PLUCK. 77 

say youngster? Did you tell me to stop licking 
this ere horse? If you did I'll break this whip 
across your face!" 

His temper was up. Great veins swelled out 
on his temples as, stooping, he yelled: " Let go, 
I tell you." 

The boy did not flinch though the whip was 
uplifted, while the horse who recognized in him a 
friend rubbed his nose gently against his faded 
bluejacket. The driver, inwardly admiring the 
boy's pluck and seeing he was not to be frightened, 
changed his manner and said: 

" I don't want to get in any trouble, youngster, 
I'll try and coax the critter along." 

He got down and said a few kind words and 
the horse moved on. In the crowd was a banker 
who had advertised for a boy. " Just such a lad 
as I should like to have about me," he said to 
himself as he passed on. Five minutes later he 
stood in his office surrounded by fifty boys who 
had come to answer his advertisement. Presently 
the plucky boy came in. He was immediately 
engaged. God rewarded his courage. 

// takes pluck to suffer. 

" Tom Brown at Rugby" tells of one little boy 
who had pluck to say his evening prayers amid all 
sorts of interruptions and insults from the larger 
boys. And it soon came about that, whereas it 



78 PLUCK. 

had been the exception for any boy to pray at 
Rugby, it was the exception if any boy did not. 

A doctor was called to attend a little girl whose 
legs had been terribly torn in a turn-table. It 
looked as though they must both be cut off. The 
doctor did all he could to save them, and was 
successful up to a certain point, but the wounds 
would not heal. He told her friends that the 
only remedy was to ingraft pieces of skin upon 
the wounds. 

The little girl's twelve-year-old brother offered 
the doctor as much skin as was needed. He said, 
" My boy, it will be very painful." He replied, 
" I guess I can stand it for Belle's sake." 

He threw off his coat and never flinched while 
four strips of skin were taken from his arms. The 
surgeon said, " I never performed an operation 
which so impressed me, as taking the skin from 
the brave little boy, whose love for his sister 
made him forget the pain." 

OUR PRAYER. Heavenly Father, make us 
brave to be good, brave to do good, brave to 
fight sin, and brave to suffer for Thee. Amen. 



Our Eleventh JVIorning Glorcj. 

P^ESE^IGE. 

"In thy presence is fullness of joy. ' r Ps. 16: 11. 

(Mark with a purple P. ) 

The conscious presence of God is a u morning 
glory" in the lives of those who love and obey 
Him. 

Do you remember the story of Joseph? How 
his brothers hated him and sold him and how he 
suffered? Have you ever wondered how he bore 
it all? Stephen gives us the brightness of his life 
those thirteen years. He says: " The patriarchs, 
moved with envy, sold Joseph into Egypt, but 
God was with -kim" Ac. 7: 9. There, in the 
home of Potiphar, where he met the great temp- 
tation and suffered so unjustly, "the Lord was 
with Joseph" Ge. 39: 2; there, in the prison 
where his "feet they hurt with fetters: he was laid 
in iron," Ps. 105: 17, 18, and there seemed no 
possibility of the fulfillment of his dreams, " the 
Lord was with Joseph" Ge. 39: 21. Yes, " His 
presence saved," Isa. 63: 9, Joseph from despair 
and death. 

In an English prison was a dark, lonely, under- 
ground cell, a place of punishment much dreaded 



80 PRESENCE. 

by the prisoners. Among them was a refined, 
nervous man, to whom the horror of this penalty 
was a fright which haunted him. At length he 
was falsely accused and sent to spend twenty-four 
hours in the dark, dreary place. He was led 
down the stairs to the cell and shut in. The 
warden retreated, closed the outermost door, at 
the top of the stairs, and went away. In the still- 
ness and darkness the man sank upon the cold 
floor filled with fear. Strange, hideous shapes 
seemed to point at him. Mocking voices seemed 
to taunt him. His brain throbbed as with fever. 
It seemed that terrorwould drive him mad. Sud- 
denly there came a sound of footsteps overhead 
and the chaplain quietly called his name. Never 
was music so sweet; never was sound so welcome. 
" God bless you," gasped the poor fellow; " are 
you there?" "Yes, and I am not going to stir 
from here until you come out." " What, sir?" 
" I am not going away as long as you are here. 
I knew what an agony it would be to you so I 
came as soon as I could and here I am going to 
stay." The poor man could not thank him 
enough. " God bless you," he said; " why, I 
don't mind it a bit now, with you there like that. " 
The terror was all gone. Nothing could harm 
him while his friend was so near, unseen, but just 
above. Now and then, upon the silence came 



PRESENCE. 81 

the cheery voice: " Are you all right? " And 
back from a voice ringing with gratitude and glad- 
ness would come the answer: " God bless you, sir; 
I'm all right now." 

Dear one, the next time you are hurt, or sor- 
rowful, or in the dark, listen while from above 
there comes down to you the soft, sweet whisper 
from the " Man of Sorrows :" " Lo, I am with 
you." Mat: 28: 20. " I will never leave thee, 
nor forsake thee. " He. 13: 5- 

David said, " The upright shall dwell in thy 
presence. " Ps. 140:13. We are upright when we: 

Speak only what we would like God to hear. 

Do only what we would like God to see. 

Write only what we would like God to read. 

Read only what God can approve. 

Go only where we would like to be if Jesus 
should come. 

The little girl lived as in the presence of God 
whose mother sent her one Lord's Day morning 
to buy something, and she said: " It's Sunday, 
mamma! " " Hide it under your apron, then," 
replied the mother, only thinking of the neighbors. 
But the child said: "God can see under the apron, 
mamma. " I think she must have read the text, 
"Thou God seest me," don't you? Ge. 16: 13. 

A little four year old infant scholar was left 
alone a little while by his aunt who told him to 



82 PRESENCE. 

play with the wood-pile until she returned. When 
she came back and took the little fellow in her lap 
he said, "Auntie, I was naughty while you were 
gone." "Why, I don't see anything that you have 
done." 'No, you can't see it, but I took the key 
and unlocked the door and got one of my pennies 
to buy a stick of candy. When I had locked the 
door and gone off God said, 'That is naughty. 
God don't like it and auntie won't like it either/ 
I went and put it back, but God saw the naughty." 
He was not afraid to have God see the naughty 
when he did not mean to do it and resisted the 
temptation. 

A tiny boy two years old, stood in a ray of 
sunshine, and said gaily, " Me standing in God's 
smile, mamma. " His mother said, " God grant 
my darling boy may so live as always to stand in 
God's smile." Not long after God called the 
mother; she left her boy to the care of others. He 
grew to manhood and grew in favor with the king 
and tried to please him and forgot to put God 
first. But he was restless and unhappy. God's 
smile was gone. One day, looking over some old 
relics, he found a paper parcel. Inside was a tiny 
pair of blue shoes, and a letter in his mother's 
hand writing. "These shoes were worn by my 
darling boy when he was two years of age. He 
stood in a ray of sunlight saying, 'Me standing in 



PRESENCE. 83 

God's smile, mamma.' God grant my darling boy 
may so live as always to stand in God's smile." 
Through the little shoes and the mother's letter 
God spoke to him. He saw that he had been 
standing in the king's smile and lost God's smile. 

He had been living in the king's presence and 
lost the joy of God's presence. He confessed his 
sin, asked God to forgive him and stood again 
" in God's smile. " 

Our Prayer. Heavenly Father, help us to 
love Thee and obey Thee and live in Thy smile, 
enjoying Thy presence. Amen. 



Our Twelfth? JVtornipg Glorg. 
PHEASANT. 

•'Is He a pleasant child ?" Jer. 31: 20. 
^Mark with a yellow P.) 

It had rained for three days. That morning 
Uu fire smoked, the dining room was cold, papa 
looked glum, mamma was tired, the baby was 
sick, Polly was fretful and Bridget was cross, and 
the visitor at the home did not feel very happy. 
Ju;t then Jack came in with the breakfast rolls. 
" Here's the paper, sir," said he to his father with 
such a cheerful tone that his brow relaxed, and 
he said," Ah! Jack, thank you/' a x uite pleasantly. 
His mother looked up, smiling, and he just 
touched her cheek gently as he passed. " The 
top of the morning to you, Pollywog," he said to 
his little sister, and delivered the rolls to Bridget 
with a " Here you are, Bridget. Aren't you 
sorry you didn't go yourself this beautiful day?" 
He gave the fire a poke and opened the damper. 
The smoke ceased, and presently the coals be- 
gan to glow, and five minutes after Jack came in 
they were gathered around the table and eating 
cheerily. This seems simple in telling, and Jack 
never knew he had done anything, but he had 



PLEASANT. 85 

changed the whole atmosphere of the room, and 
started a gloomy day pleasantly for five people. 
" He is always so," said his mother when the 
visitor spoke about it afterwards, "just as sunny 
and kind, and ready all the time." Surely we 
can say in answer to our " morning glory" text 
that Jack was a " pleasant child." But the boy 
reminds me of another Bible verse, " He shall be 
as the light of the morning, when the sun riseth, 
even a morning without clouds." 2 S. 23:4. 

The morning needs the soul's sunshine. Then 
let us have the bright face, the tender greeting, 
the pleasant bit of news, the kindly offer of as- 
sistance. 

" Mother's cross," said Maggie, coming out to 
the kitchen with a pout on her lips. 

Her aunt, busy ironing, looked up and said: 
" The time for you to be pleasant and helpful. 
Mother was awake in the night with the baby." 
Maggie made no reply. She put on her hat 
and went into the garden. But a new idea went 
with her — " The time to be pleasant is when 
others are cross. " 

" True enough," thought she, " that would do 
the most good. When I was ill I was so nervous 
I could hardly help being cross; and mother never 
got out of patience, but was quite pleasant with 
me. I ought to pay it back now." 



S6 PLEASANT. 

She jumped up from the grass and went with 
a pleasant face to the room where her mother was 
sitting soothing a fretful teething baby. 

11 Couldn't I take him out to ride in his car- 
riage, mother? " she asked. " It is such a sunny 
morning." The coat and hat were brought and 
baby was soon ready. 

44 I'll keep him as long as he's good," said 
Maggie, 4< and you must lie on the sofa and take 
a nap while I am gone. You look dreadful tired." 

The kind words and the kiss that Maggie gave 
her were almost too much for the mother and her 
voice trembled as she said, " Thank you, dear; it 
will do me a world of good? My head aches 
badly." 

I wonder if our Lord did not look down from 
Heaven on Maggie and think 44 How beautiful are 
thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! — how 
fair and how pleasant art thou, O love!" S. of S. 
7:1,6. Any way Maggie was happy as she 
turned the carriage up and down on the walk and 
resolved to act on her aunt's good words; " The 
time to be pleasant is when others are tired and 
cross." 

On the platform, waiting for the cars, was lit- 
tle Daisy and her mother. The only other per- 
son in sight was a fine-looking f middle-aged man, 
but his head was bent low, and his face looked as 



PLEASANT. 87 

the sky does when thick clouds cover it. He 
walked up and down with long steps, but did not 
once look at Daisy and did not seem to hear or 
see anything. 

Little Daisy saw the trouble in his face, and her 
baby heart longed to comfort him. She slipped 
her hand from mamma's, and when he again came 
near took a step or two forward, made a quaint 
little bow, and cooed out in her sweetest tones, 
" How do?" 

The man stopped and looked at her, the trouble 
still in his eyes. 

" How do?" Daisy again lisped, as her sweet, 
grave face looked up at him. 

" How do you do, my little lady?" he asked in 
a pleased surprise, as he held out his hand to her. 

" Pitty 'ell," she returned, putting her tiny 
hand in his. The dark clouds had all gone from 
his face now. 

" Ou solly? (sorry) I solly too!" were her next 
words. 

With a flash of light in his eyes, and a sob in 
his voice, the stranger caught her up in his arms 
tenderly. 

" I 'ove 'ou," she said; and laid her soft cheeks 
lovingly against his. 

" Her sweet words have done me more good 
than I can ever tell, madam," the gentleman 



88 PLEASANT. 

said, as he put Daisy in her mother's arms and 
hurried into a car. 

What battle was going on in his soul that the 
little one helped him to win, or what trouble she 
had lifted from his heart, we cannot know, but 
Daisy had proved true that proverb of Solomon 
which says, " Pleasant words are as an honey- 
comb, sweet to the soul." Pr. 16: 24. 

Our prayer. 

" Just to smile for Jesus, 

On my way — 
To work and speak for Jesus 
When I may ; 

Just to shine for Jesus 

Every day. 
Just to sing His praises 

On my way; 

Just to shine for Jesus 

Everywhere. 
This, O blessed Savior, 

Is my prayer. " 



Our Thirteenth JVTorping Glory. 
Patience. 

"!Let patience have lier perfect work." Jas. 1: 4. 
(Mark P, with a gray crayon and draw a gray line under the 
word patience.) 

Patience is a grace that helps us to exercise 
other graces. We read in the Book about: 

Patience in running. He. 12:1. 

Patience in waiting. Ps. 37: 7; 2 Th. 3:5. 

Patience in tribulation. Ro. 5: 3. 

Patience in faith. Jas. 1:3. 

Patience in fruit bearing. Lu. 8: 15. 

Patience in ministry. 2 Co. 6: 4; 12: 12. 

We read about the " patience of hope," 1 Th. 
1:3. If hope is too confident it needs to be 
checked, if patience lacks courage it needs to be 
cheered. 

A proverb says, " Patience is the remedy for 
all troubles." 

A little Scotch girl in a class was asked, " What 
is patience?" She said, " It is wait a wee, and 
dinna weary." In our language that means, 
" Wait a bit and don't get tired." 

Patience is the climax of loving. It is " love" 



90 PATIENCE. 

that is " long-suffering, " Ga. 5:22; love that 
" endureth all things." i Co. 13: 7. 

Pastor Fliedner of Germany, was put in prison 
in Spain for loyalty to God. The day he was 
brought there the jailer struck him a sharp blow 
on the ear. He did not make the slightest resist- 
ance, nor show the least anger. When the jailer 
went away the men began talking about it. 

44 He's a heretic," sneered one, 4i and deserved 
no better!" 

" He has no spirit!" said a revengeful Spaniard, 
44 else he never would have submitted to that 
blow. " 

44 I say, you Protestant! You pray, don't you?" 
asked a third. 

44 Yes," replied the new-comer, 44 I do." 

44 Come, now, tell us how you do it? You talk 
to God, eh?" 

44 Yes," he replied again. 

44 And you think you get answered. How do 
you know He answers you?" 

44 See here!" said the prisoner. " You saw the 
jailer strike me?" 

44 Yes," was the reply. 

44 I haven't been struck since I was a boy, and 
needed a box on my ear from my mother. I am 
a strong man, and that jailer is small and weak. 
If I had chosen I could have struck him such a 



PATIENCE. 91 

blow as he would have remembered." The 
Spaniard said: M Yes, you could." 

" You want to know how I know God hears 
me. I prayed for patience and he gave it to me. " 

The Spaniard was impressed, and sat in deep 
thought. The prisoner fell asleep, and on wak- 
ing at four o'clock in the morning, found one of 
the men on his knees reading the story of the 
Prodigal Son. Poor prodigal! He was reading 
the story of his own life. 

11 Thank God!" said the good Pastor Fliedner, 
" for that box on my ear, and for the opportunity 
of preaching the truth in such a place!" 

Patience will keep the tongue from answering 
back. 

Patience will keep the hand from striking back. 

" Mother," said Mary, " I can't make Henry put 
his figures as I tell him." 

" Be patient, my dear, and do not speak so 
sharply." 

" But he won't let me tell him how to put the 
figures; and he does not know how to do it him- 
self," said Mary pettishly. 

" Well, my dear, if Henry won't learn a lesson 
in figures, suppose you teach him one in 
patience. " 

To be patient is to follow the example of the 
good in all ages. 



92 PATIENCE. 

Job was patient. Jas. 5:11. 

Abraham was patient. He. 6: 15. 

David was patient. Ps. 40: 1. 

Paul was patient. 2 Ti. 3: 10. 

Our Heavenly Father says to us, " Be ye also 
patient." Jas. 5: 8. Shall we be? 

Our Prayer. Heavenly Father, give us the 
grace of patience. Help us to remember how 
patient Jesus always was when on earth. Help 
us to remember how patient Thou art with us 
and that will help us to be patient with others. 



Our pourteentl? JVtorping Glorg. 

"Hark!" says Morning- Glory, 
"Hear what all my bells are chiming, 
Blue and pink so softly rhyming, 
'Keep on climbing! Keep on climbing!' 
This is all their story." 

"Praying and watching therennto with all perseverance." 

Eph. 6: 18. 

(Mark with a brown P.) 

Our last Morning Glory seems like this one but 
there is a difference. Patience is passive, perse- 
verance is active; patience is silently waiting, 
perseverance is steadily working; patience is 
keeping still, perseverance is going on; patience is 
willingness to suffer, perseverance is persistence to 
overcome. We need both. There is a text which 
might read: " Patient perseverance in well-do- 
ing." Ro. 2:7. 

A missionary in China met a wealthy woman 
and wanted to tell her about Jesus, but the China 
woman would not listen. A number of times she 
called to see her but without any result. 

One day hearing that the woman was ill she 
thought: " Now she will want to hear about my 
Jesus." She went, but the sick woman only 



94 PERSEVERANCE. 

turned wearily on her pillow. The weeks went 
by. The Missionary prayed and waited, " watch- 
ing thereunto with all perseverance," until one 
day she heard that the woman was dying. She 
went again and tried to tell her about Jesus, but 
she did not want to hear. The doctor came in. 
He said to the China woman: " There is only one 
possible chance for your life. If you have no 
friend who will let me take some of their skin to 
cover your sore, and will let me put some of the 
healthy blood from their veins into yours, you 
must die." The China woman had a son whom 
she was sure would be willing to give some of his 
skin and blood to save his mother's life. She 
sent for him but he only laughed in his dying 
mother's face. He would not suffer pain and loss 
even to save her life. Then the Missionary 
stepped to her bed-side and offered to give her 
blood and skin. The physician successfully per- 
formed the operation. The China woman got 
well. One day she sat looking down at the white 
patch of skin, on her dark arm, given because the 
Missionary was willing to suffer pain to save her 
life. She sent for her friend and said, " Mis- 
sionary, what made you do it? how could you do 
it?" Then the Missionary told the China woman 
of the love of Jesus. With tears running down 
her face she said: " Missionary I'll have your 



PERSEVERANCE. 95 

Jesus now. " It took both patience and persever- 
ance to win this wealthy, influential China woman 
to Christ. 

Some years ago, a barefoot, ragged boy went 
into a factory and asked for a place as errand boy. 
" There is a deal of running to be done," said the 
man, '" you would first need a pair of shoes." 

The boy, with a grave nod, disappeared. He 
lived by doing odd jobs in the market, and slept 
under one of the stalls. Two months passed be- 
fore he had saved enough money to buy the 
shoes. Then he presented himself before Mr. 
Blank, and held out a package. " I has the shoes 
sir," he said quietly. 

Mr. Blank said, " You want a place? Not in 
those rags, my lad; you would disgrace the 
house." 

The boy went out without a word. Six months 
passed before he returned, decently clothed in 
coarse but new garments. Mr. Blank's interest 
was aroused. He looked at the boy. His thin, 
bloodless face showed that he had stinted himself 
of food for months in order to buy those clothes. 
The man now questioned the boy closely and 
found, to his regret, that he could neither read 
nor write. 

" You should do both before we could employ 



96 PERSEVERANCE. 

you in carrying home packages," he said. " We 
have no place for you. " 

The lad's face grew paler, but without a word 
of complaint he went away. He went fifteen 
miles into the country and found a place to work 
in stables near a night school. At the end of the 
year he again came to Mr. Blank. 

" I can read and write," he said briefly. 

The man was touched by the boy's patience. 
He admired his perseverance. " You may have 
the place," he said. In a few years the boy be- 
came the foreman of the factory. It reminds me 
of the text: 

"Let us not be weary in well-doing: for in due 
season we shall reap, if we faint not." Ga. 6: 9. 

Perseverance will do seemingly impossible 
things. Geo. F. Pentecost went once into a large 
factory and saw hanging from the ceiling by a 
piece of strong w T ire, a heavy bar of steel. At a 
distance was a string, hanging also from the ceil- 
ing, with a small cork at the end of it. The fore- 
man said: " I can take this cork and move that 
bar of steel with it. " The doctor laughed. He 
did not believe the man. It looked impossible. 
He said: " If you can spare fifteen minutes I will 
show you." " Yes," said the doctor. The fore- 
man took the cork in his fingers and drew it back 
and cast it at the bar of steel. It struck but 



PERSEVERANCE. 97 

seemed to make no impression. Again and again 
he threw it, always striking at the same place. 
At last there was the faintest motion. In ten 
minutes the bar was swaying to and fro. So 
hearts that are hard and immovable as this bar 
of steel can be touched and swayed by persever- 
ing kindness. 

It is the persevering soul that wins the reward. 
Ole Bull, the great violinist and John Ericsson, 
the inventor, who built the iron clad Monitor, 
were friends in early life, but drifted apart and 
did not meet until both were renowned. The 
first time they met Ole Bull invited Ericsson to 
his concert that night, but the inventor declined, 
saying he had no time to waste. Many times as 
they met the musician extended the same invita- 
tion which was always refused. At length the mas- 
ter of the violin pressed his friend urgently, saying, 
" If you do not come, I shall bring my violin and 
play in your shop. ,, He was answered half play- 
fully, half angrily: " If you bring the thing here, 
I shall smash it." But Ole Bull kept his word 
and walked into the shop with his violin. Seeing 
the evident displeasure on his friend's face, he 
began conversing with him about the scientific 
and acoustic properties of certain woods. From 
that they passed to a discussion of sound waves, 
semitones, etc. At last to illustrate some point 



9 8 PERSEVERANCE. 

Ole Bull played a few chords. From this he 
drifted into a rich melody. The workmen dropped 
their tools and stood in silent admiration. He 
played on and on, and when he finally ceased, the 
great inventor looked up with moist eyes and 
said, " Do not stop. Go on! Go on! I never 
knew until now what there was lacking in my 
life. '' What Ole Bull did to win his friend to a 
love of music, we are to do to win others to the 
love of Jesus. 

Our Prayer. Heavenly Father, help us to 
persevere in every good work. Help us never to 
be weary in well-doing. 



Our Fifteenth JVIorpipg Glory. 
Pledge. 

"We will drink no wine." Jer. 35: 6. 

(Mark all Temperance texts with purple. Mark thus. P. p.) 

The Bible story from which our Morning Glory 
text is taken tells of a family of Rechabites whose 
father said to them: " Ye shall drink no wine, 
neither ye, nor your sons forever." Jer. 35:6. 

They were faithful, every boy and man of them. 
Years afterwards when their descendants were 
tempted they said bravely: " We will drink no 
wine." And because of this God said: " Jonadab 
the son of Rechab shall not want a man to stand 
before me forever." Jer. 35: 19. This pledge 
of the Rechabites is a good one for all boys and 
girls. 

One day a man dipped a piece of cake in some 
whiskey and gave it to his dog. The little fellow 
ate it slowly curling up his lip to avoid the taste 
and in other ways showing his dislike to it. Soon 
he became tipsy. He howled piteously, looking 
up into his master's face as if for help. He stag- 
gered like a drunken man, then fell on the floor 
and lay there howling until the effects of the drink 
wore off. The dog never forgot the trick. When- 



ioo PLEDGE. 

ever his master went to the press for his bottle 
he would hurry to the outside of the house. One 
day the door being shut, he sprang through the 
window. 

What a pity that all boys and girls will not be 
as sensible as a dog, and let liquor alone. I 
know one who was. He was only six, and used 
to come to our Boy's Temperance Rooms in 
ragged clothes because his father drank. We never 
asked him to sign the pledge, we thought he was 
too little. But when a visitor asked those to raise 
their hands who were temperance boys, his was 
always lifted. One of our ladies called upon his 
mother. She said: " My husband don't drink 
any more." " When did he leave off, and how 
did it happen?" "Willie refused to go for the 
beer. He told his father he was a temperance 
boy now, and he could not go for it without break- 
ing his promise, and he made such a time about 
it, his father gave it up." 

I have a friend who asked her boy to sign the 
pledge when he was a little fellow. She taught 
him some of the things the Bible says about drink- 
ing wine. Here are seven of them. 

" Wine is a mocker." Pr. 20: 1. 

" Who hath sorrow? they that tarry long at the 
zvinc." Pr. 23:30. 



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" Look not thou upon the wine when it is red." 
Pr. 23:31. 

" They also have erred through wine." Isa. 
28:7. 

" Be not among wine-bibbers." Pr. 23: 20. 

" Not given to wine." 1 Ti. 3:3. 

" Be not drunk with wine." Ph. 5: 18. 

The lad left home quite young and went to 
Europe to study. He remained away three years. 
During all that time he never once wrote home to 
his mother anything about his pledge. Even in her 
anxiety to know if he were true she trusted him 
too completely ever to write and ask him if he 
had always kept it. At the German University 
she knew he would be dreadfully tempted, but 
she prayed and trusted and waited. After his 
return he said no word on the subject, but one 
day he took from his trunk a picture which set the 
mind of his mother forever at rest. It was a pho- 
tograph of all the German students, each one 
taken with a glass of beer in his hand. But 
the mother's true boy had a bottle of soda water 
sticking out of his pocket. He never drank the 
wine or the beer, and he was brave enough to 
stand alone. Don't you believe my friend was 
proud of her boy, and are you not sure Jesus was 
pleased with him? 

A poor, ragged little boy stood looking down 



102 PLEDGE. 

at the fragments of a stone jug, which he had but 
the moment before broken with a brickbat. He 
was sobbing as though his heart would break. 
His father who was a drunkard but sober for once, 
found him so. " Who broke my bottle?" he asked. 
" I did," said Tim, catching his breath in terror. 
" Why did you?" Tim looked up. The voice 
did not sound so terrible as he had expected. 
His father had been touched at sight of the forlorn 
figure, so small and so sorrowful, bending over 
the broken bottle. " Why," he said, " I was 
lookin' for a pair of new shoes. I want a pair of 
shoes to wear to the picnic. All the other chaps 
wear shoes!" " How came you to think you'd 
find shoes in a bottle?" " Why, mamma said so. 
I asked her for some new shoes and she said they 
had gone into the black bottle, and lots of other 
things had gone into it, too — coats and hats, and 
bread and meat and things — and I thought if I 
broke it I'd find 'em all, and there ain't a thing in 
it — and mamma never said what wasn't so before 
— and I thought 'twould be so — sure." And Tim 
sat down again and cried harder than ever. His 
father seated himself on a box and remained quiet 
so long that Tim, at last, looked timidly up. 
" I'm real sorry I broke your bottle, father, I'll 
never do it again." " No, I guess you won't," 
he said, laying a hand on the rough little head as 



PLEDGE. 103 

he went away leaving Tim to wonder that his 
father had not been angry with him. 

On the evening before the picnic, he handed 
Tim a parcel, telling him to open it. " New shoes! 
new shoes!" he shouted. " Oh, father, did you 
get a new bottle? and were they in it?" 

" No, my boy, there isn't going to be a new 
bottle. Your mother was right all the time — the 
things all went into the bottle; but getting them 
out is no easy matter, so I am going to keep 
them out after this." His father kept his pledge. 

OUR PLEDGE. " We will drink no wine," nor 
beer, nor cider, nor anything that intoxicates, as 

long as we live. 

NAMES. 



OUR Prayer. Heavenly Father, help us to 
remember the pledge we have solemnly signed; 
help us never to break it; help us to do all we 
can to get others to be temperate. 



Our Sixteenth looming Glortj. 
Pity. 

"In His love and in His pity He redeemed them." Isa. 63: 9. 
"Redeemed ... .with the precious blood of Christ." 1 P. 1:18, 19. 

(Draw a red line under pity. Mark Morning Glory texts 
with a t. ) 

To redeem is to buy back, and set free. We 
were slaves of Satan. Jesus bought us back from 
the Devil, not with money but with his blood. 

An English traveler found a poor slave who had 
been taken in war by a savage tribe. His owner 
had ordered him to be killed for a small offence. 
The traveler, filled with pity for the man, offered 
the chief many costly things if he would spare the 
slave's life. But the reply was: " Man of the 
pale face, Libe has ivory and gold, oxen and 
slaves, and when he wants more he calls out his 
warriors and rushes on the other tribes, as the 
river-horse crashes through the weeds, and bears 
off all that he will. Libe needs not thy spoil, oh, 
white face; Libe seeks not gold, but blood. ,, 

Then he ordered one of his men to discharge 
an arrow at the heart of poor Garra. The trav- 
eler threw himself in front of the slave, held up 



PITY. 105 

his arms and the next moment the arrow was 
quivering in his flesh. 

A cry burst from the lips of Libe when he saw 
that the Englishman was struck. He liked the 
white man. He also feared the power of England 
and the vengeance of the pale faces. 

The traveler drew the arrow from his arm and 
said to the chief, " Thou dost not seek gold but 
blood? See, here it flows before thee. I give 
my blood for this poor slave and I claim his life." 
The chief had never seen such " love and pity" 
before, and was overcome by it. He gave the 
slave to the traveler saying: " Be it so. Thou 
hast bought him. He is thine." 

When Libe and his wild train went away the 
redeemed slave uttered a cry of joy, threw him- 
self at the feet of his deliverer, and covered his 
feet with kisses and said, " Garra, the slave of the 
son of pity, the blood-bought, always thy faithful 
slave." 

The Englishman told the poor creature of Him 
whose blood was given to redeem the world. He 
could never make him take his freedom. Wher- 
ever he went the slave was beside him, and no 
drudgery was too hard, no task too hopeless for 
the grateful slave to do for his redeemer. If the 
heart of a poor heathen can thus be won by the 
wound on a stranger's arm, shall not we, who are 



106 PITY. 

" redeemed by the precious blood of Christ," give 
our lives to his service? 

" To him that is afflicted pity should be 
showed." Job. 6: 14. 

" A kiss saved me," an old man said, as he 
stood one evening before a large audience. " I 
know nothing," he continued, " of my parents or 
of my birth. Nothing in all the bitter past clings 
so close to memory as the certainty that I belong 
to nobody and nobody belongs to me. Poverty 
isn't so hard if we've some one to love us; but no 
one cared for me and all the days were alike, and 
the night seemed an eternity of time. There is 
a bitterness of sorrow in the lives of the homeless 
of which God only can know. The snow had fallen 
and the cold March winds were blowing, leaving 
us, the little waifs for whom no one cared, no 
choice, except the sunniest side of the dismal 
street in which we found shelter. I, with others, 
had sought the sunny side, when a lady paused 
beside us, smoothed back my tangled locks and 
kissed me. That was the first caress I had ever 
known, and it saved me. It was years before I 
grew out of that life to a better one; but whether 
I had where to lay my head, or not, I felt the 
presence of a.light footfall, the soft touch of a 
hand. Out of the pure depths of her pitying 
womanhood she kissed me. It was a triflingthing 



PITY. 107 

indeed, to kiss a homeless, friendless child; but 
because of that kiss, and with the Father's help, 
I stand to-day upon the firm basis of an honor- 
able manhood." 

Three girls from wealthy families were one day 
going to the park to have a picnic. They wore 
nice clothes, and had their lunch baskets, and 
were considered cultured girls. They were laugh- 
ing and having a good time. Soon the street car 
stopped and into it came a poor girl with her sick 
brother. They too were going to the park. They 
were poorly dressed. Soon one of the young 
girls remarked about them, "I wonder if they are 
going to the park." Another said, " I hope not; 
if I looked as they look I should be ashamed to 
go away from my own door, wouldn't you?" 
" Yes, indeed," said the other, " but there is no 
accounting for tastes. I think there ought to be 
a special line of cars for the lower class." A 
gentleman sat near and heard them. He won- 
dered if the poor girl had heard what they had 
said. He turned and saw tears in her eyes. Yes, 
she had heard. Soon the car stopped again, and 
in came another nicely dressed girl, with a bunch 
of flowers in her hand. The three girls knew her 
and spoke very pleasantly to her. " Where are 
you going to," asked one. " Ob, what lovely 
flowers!" exclaimed another. " I am on my way 



ioS PITY. 

to Belle Clark's. She is sick, and the flowers are 
for her." Then she saw the poor girl looking 
wistfully at her. She smiled and went over to the 
little ones. She said, " The little boy is sick isn't 
he, and he is your brother, he clings to you so?" 
4 Yes, Freddy is sick; he has never been very 
well. Yes, Miss, he is my brother. We are go- 
ing to the park to see if it will not make him bet- 
ter." After riding a few more blocks the pretty 
girl got out. Half of the boquet she put into the 
sister's hands, and gave the little boy some of her 
lunch. How happy they were. The little boy 
said, " What makes her so good to us? She did 
not call us ragmuffins, and did not mind her dress 
touching us. She called me dear, she did. What 
made her?" Sue whispered, " I guess it is be- 
cause she is beautiful as well as her clothes. 
Beautiful inside, you know." The gentleman 
heard Sue's remark, and said, " Yes, you are 
right. The lovely young girl is beautiful inside. 
She is one of the Lord's own, bless her." 

Our PRAYER. We thank Thee, Oh, Father, 
that Jesus in love and pity bought us with His 
blood. Help us to pity others and be kind to 
them for Jesus' sake. 



Our Seventeenth Jtfornipg Glory. 
Piety. 

"Learn to show piety at hoine." 1 Ti. 5: 4. 

(Mark with a green P.) 

Piety is loving obedience and filial reverence. 

A gentleman went to visit a philosopher. He 
met the great man's little daughter before he met 
the wise man himself. Knowing that the father 
was such a sage he thought the little girl must 
have learned something wonderful, and he said: 
11 What is your father teaching you?" The little 
maid looked at him with clear blue eyes and said, 
44 Obedience." That is the great lesson of life 
and a morning glory worth plucking. 

Two little children playing in the snow were 
invited by a young lady to her temperance school. 
So impressive was the talk and so earnest the in- 
vitation the little ones rose with the rest to pledge 
never to touch wine or beer or cider, and went home 
firm in the determination. As usual, at supper 
time Fred's father brought out the tin pail and 
bade him go for the beer. " I can't papa. " " Can't, 
— why not?" " I'm a temperance boy, now." 
" Tush! tush! child! Go for the beer!" " Papa, 
I can't." "But you must," — angrily. ' 4 Papa, 



no PIETY. 

won't you please whip me and go get it your- 
self?" " Fred, not another word," the mother 
interrupted decidedly; " go and get the beer." 
" But, mamma, I've promised not to touch it. 
Won't you whip me hard and let papa go?" 
11 Nonsense! You shall never go there again! The 
idea of teaching my children to disobey me!" 
Fred hesitated a moment, then a bright thought 
seemed to come, for he smiled. " Put the pail on 
the door-step, then," he said, and the father will- 
ing to humor him, put the pail on the veranda 
and closed the door. Fred went to the wood- 
pile, selected a long stick, thrust it through the 
handle of the pail, and called to his sister. " Take 
hold, Fannie, papa has sent me for the beer, and 
it's got to be done, but I won't even touch the 
pail." They reached the liquor dealer's and tap- 
ped on the window. The man looked out. 
" Come in!" he called kindly. " No, sir!" Then 
pointing to the pail on the door-step, " Father 
wants his beer." "Bring it in." " I will not, I'm 
a temperance boy." So the liquor dealer was 
forced to come for the empty pail. He came back 
with it filled, and held it toward the lad. " Put it 
on the step. I will not touch it." The man was 
obliged to obey. Once more the boy thrust the 
long stick through the handle of the pail, and 
slowly and sorrowfully the children walked home. 



PIETY. in 

The father seated by the window, saw them com- 
ing. " Mother, come here this minute. Just 
look at those children. They won't touch the 
beer, and they are bringing it home on a stick." 
Silently the two watched their children — their 
good, obedient children. " How sad they look, 
poor things," the father said, remembering how 
Fred had pleaded to be whipped rather than be 
sent for the beer. " I declare I'm ashamed to be 
drinking the stuff." " We used to have money 
before we got into the habit. Suppose we give 
it up." " I will, if you will." " It's a bargain." 
Slowly the children came, not knowing of the 
glad surprise aw r aiting them. " Freddie," the 
father said, as they came up the pathway, " you 
may pour that beer out into the road. Father and 
mother have decided not to drink any more if it 
hurts their little boy and girl so." With glad 
shouts they hurried to the street. A stranger rid- 
ing by might have wondered why those children 
were so happy over pouring into the roadway the 
contents of a pail of beer! But Fred and Fannie 
knew. 

One morning a drunken father who was ill called 
his boy to him and bade him go to the neighbors 
and steal some wood, for they were all out of 
fuel and there was no money to buy any. " I can 
not do it, father," the boy said quickly. " Can't? 



ii2 PIETY. 

Why not?" angrily. " Because I learned at Sun- 
day-school, * Thou shalt not steal.' " " And did 
you not learn, ' Mind your parents/ too?" " Yes, 
father." " Well, then, mind you do what I tell 
you. " The boy did not know how to argue with 
his father, so he said, " I can pray to-night for 
some wood; it's better than stealing, I know." 

And when he crept up into his loft where his 
straw bed was, he prayed the Lord's Prayer, 
which his teacher had taught him, only he said, 

Give us this day our daily wood," instead of 
" Give us this day our daily bread." Mat. 6: II* 
The next day at noon came a load of hickory. 
His rich Heavenly Father was pleased to have 
him " show piety at home," and put it into the 
heart of a friend to send the wood. 

We read of Jesus that He offered up prayers 
" and was heard for his piety." He. 5:7, Marg. 

A little tenement boy had a father who saw " no 
use in Sunday-school," and a mother who thought 
it " too much bother" to get him ready. He had 
been a few times and learned: " Children obey 
your parents in the Lord: for this is right." Eph. 
6:1. So when his parents objected to his going 
he took his little Testament which his teacher had 
given him and sat down contentedly to read. 
" What's in that book?" gruffly asked his father. 
" Such a lovely story father, let me read it to you?" 



PIETY. 113 

As his father made no objection he read the story 
of the birth of the Christ-child. When he had 
finished the father seemed softened and said, 
" Nothing much there to hurt you." The next 
Sunday he listened again. And the next he asked 
the boy to take him where he " got that book." 

How happy John was to go again. He intro- 
duced his father, who stayed all through the service 
and at the end went to the teacher and asked if 
he might come with his boy again. " I like to 
hear about this Jesus of yours," he said. So he 
came week after week, and the simple teaching of 
love, kindness and truth touched his heart until 
he desired to become a follower of that Jesus 
whom he first heard of as a little babe. John by 
his obedience not only gained his wish but much 
more, a Christian father. 

The commandment w 7 hich has reference to 
" piety," reads: " Honor thy father and thy 
mother," Ex. 20: 12, and to honor is more than 
to obey. 

A lad w r as invited by his companions to go to a 
certain lake for his favorite sport of fishing. He 
had never been told not to go. There would be 
no disobedience in going. He felt doubtful, how- 
ever, about his mother's wishes with regard to it, 
and hesitated. His friends urged him; his own 
desire helped their pleas, but something within 



ii 4 TIETY. 

told him that it would be against his mother's ap- 
proval, and he refused. There was no time to 
ascertain the fact, and so they continued to urge 
his going. They said, " Your mother has not 
forbidden you to go there; besides she would 
not know of it. " " Ah, but," was the reply, " I 
do not think she would approve of my going, and 
although she might not know it, I should feel 
guilty of keeping a secret from her. I will not go. " 

To honor is to love. 

A little boy who had just repeated the fifth 
commandment was asked by his teacher to explain 
it. He hesitated, then said, softly, as his face 
flushed: " Yesterday I showed a strange gentle- 
man over the mountain. The sharp stones cut 
my feet and the gentleman saw they were bleed- 
ing, and gave me some money to buy shoes. I 
gave it to my mother, for she has no shoes either, 
and I thought I could go barefoot better than she 
could." 

"My dearest of mothers." The words were 
repeated softly by a widow whose son, a talented 
man, was away engineering in a distant state. 
One of his recent letters had closed, " And now, 
my dearest of mothers, good-by. " He little 
guessed how the tender pet phrase would comfort 
the heart who loved him, and how she would re- 



PIETY. 115 

peat it softly to herself as she sat alone in her 
room. 

OUR PRAYER. Help us, Oh, Lord, to learn 
to show piety at home. We bless Thee for kind 
parents. Help us always to honor and obey them 
and so prove that we love them and love Thee. 



Our Eighteenth J7Iori?ii?g Glory. 

pRIJi. Ps. 25:18. 

(Mark Prayer Texts with a red P. Promises with a Purple P. 
Precepts with a red DO. Draw a red line under the others.) 

Pain is to punish us. Le. 26: 18; Am. 3: 2. 

A lady riding down Mt. Washington in a stage, 
heard a driver say to his horses: " Now if you are 
ready to keep the road I will put up the whip." 
The man loved his horses, but they were in dan- 
ger of being killed and all the passengers also if 
they did not keep the road. God loves even 
when he punishes. If the sinning would only 
listen they might hear him say: " If you are ready 
to keep the road I will put up the whip." 

God's punishment is just. Little Grace was 
much tried when her curly hair was combed. 
One day, she was crying loud and bitterly, when 
her mother asked, " Grace, what will the neigh- 
bors say when they hear you make such a noise?" 
Pausing in her weeping, she sobbed, " They will 
say ' Why don't that woman spank that child?'" 
If we are naughty, and moan, and cry, and fret, 
and rebel when God is taking the curl out of our 
lives and He has to punish us for it, let us be as 



PAIN. 117 

honest as little Grace, and say, " The punishment 
is just." 

Pain is to purify us. Mai. 3:3; Tit. 2: 14. 

" He shall sit as a refiner — He shall purify." 
Mai. 3:3. God alone appoints the pain. " He 
shall sit as a refiner." This is not the attitude of 
careless indifference but of absorbing attention. 
He sits because He remembers, not because He 
forgets. Some Dublin ladies studying this Scrip- 
ture asked one of their number to visit a silver- 
smith and learn the process of refining. The 
metal is heated. The dross, as it gathers, is re- 
moved from the top. The film grows finer and 
finer and a number of lovely rings form one after 
another. As the metal grows purer, the fire must 
be hotter. At last, the film disappears and the 
brilliant surface of the silver flashes forth in purity 
and glory. 

The lady asked, " Do you sit while the work of 
refining is going on?" " Yes, madam," the re- 
finer replied, " I must sit with my eyes steadily 
fixed upon the furnace, for if the time necessary 
for refining be exceeded, in the slightest degree, 
the silver is sure to be injured." As the lady was 
leaving, the silversmith called her back and said, " I 
only know when the process of refining is complete 
by seeing my own image reflected in the silver." 
As the refiner watches the precious metal, so 



n8 PAIN. 

Christ in patient love waits until He sees His own 
image reflected in His people and the work of 
purifying is complete. 

Men do not heat the furnace for gravel but for 
gold. Only genuine metal is worth the care 
necessary to the process of purifying. The unques- 
tionably worthless is rejected, not refined. 

God does not let pain come to us for His pleas- 
ure but " for our profit. " He. 12: 10. Asfrosts 
kill insects, as thunder storms purify the atmos- 
phere, as harsh winds strengthen the trees, as 
bitter medicine heals disease, as threshing ma- 
chines separate the wheat from the chaff, so pain 
is intended to make us better and stronger and 
purer. 

A poor woman carrying a baby one winter day, 
asked a farmer to let her ride with him in his 
wagon. He consented, not knowing how cold 
the day was. Soon he saw that the woman was 
likely to freeze to death and advised her not to 
sleep. At length, turning round, he saw that 
numbed with cold, she had dropped into that fatal 
sleep that ends in death. He stopped his horse, 
shook the woman violently and tried to waken 
her; but she only said, sleepily, " Let me alone; 
I am not cold," and in a second was fast asleep 
again. The man shook her roughly, but could 
not rouse her. He thought a moment. There 



PAIN. 119 

was only one thing to do. With difficulty he lifted 
the mother and child out into the snow. Then he 
forced the child from her arms and sprang into 
the wagon and drove away. " My child! my 
child!" the mother cried, frantically, hurrying 
after him. He would let her get almost up to 
him that he might watch her, and then drive on 
again. He says, " How I did it I cannot tell; it 
seemed such cruel work; but I did, and the brave, 
loving mother held on for half a mile. When the 
color had returned to her white face, and health 
and life were flowing through her veins, I stopped. 
She sprang to my side and snatched her crying 
baby from my arms and lulled it to sleep. Then 
she began to understand my strange conduct. 
When we reached her home, she thanked me, 
with tears in her eyes, and looking lovingly on her 
sleeping babe, said, " It seemed so cruel, but oh, 
it was most kind! If you had not done it, my 
child would have been motherless now." 

So the time will surely come when we can look 
up into God's face and say, " It seemed so cruel, 
but oh, it was most kind." 

Pain is to prove us. Ex. 20: 18, 20. 

Job's pain proved his patience. Job. 23: IO; 
Jas. 5: io, 11. 

Abraham's trial developed his faith. He. 11:17. 



120 PAIN. 

Moses, slandered, showed his meekness. Nu. 
12: 1-3. 

Daniel's difficulties revealed his fidelity. Da. 
1 : 8; 6: 10. 

Stephen's persecutions proved him a martyr. 
Ac. 7:54-60. 

Christ's temptations proved His power over 
Satan. Mat. 4: 1-11. 

Pain is to perfect us. Jas. 1: 3, 12; Ro. 5:3; 
1 Pe. 1: 7; 4: 12. 

Jesus was in all points tempted like as we are 
yet zvithout sin. He. 4: 15. He " suffered be- 
ing tempted. " He. 2: 18. He never sinned be- 
ing tempted. Suffering is the opposite of yield- 
ing. " No, darling, I dare not give you even a 
taste of this fruit, you have been so ill," Mrs. 
Frances R. Ford said one day to her little five- 
year old daughter as she took a basket of luscious 
Bartlett pears from the hand of a friend. The 
child looked at them longingly but was too obe- 
dient to tease. The pears were laid side by side 
in an empty drawer. In the afternoon returning 
from a long walk the mother opened the drawer 
where she had so carefully placed the pears, to 
find them scattered about, with the pressure of lit- 
tle fingers upon several. " Darling you have dis- 
obeyed mamma and eaten one of the pears," she 
said. The appealing blue eyes looked into hers 



PAIN. 121 

and a tremulous voice replied, " No, mamma, I 
didn't eat one." Without stopping to think, for- 
getful of the child's habitual obedience and truth- 
fulness, knowing that the drawer had been 
disturbed, anxious for the health of the little one, 
more anxious about the possible deceit, the 
mother said, " But you have. Oh, darling, it 
breaks my heart to have you disobey and then 
deceive me." What could the child do? The 
blue eyes filled with tears. The mother would 
not take her in her arms, she even repulsed her 
effort to caress her. Ah! the little one had one 
never-failing refuge! She said, " Mamma, will 
you wait until I ask the Lord about it?" While 
she lives the mother will never forget the picture 
of that little form bowed before the bed, shaken 
at first by sobs, but gradually growing quiet un- 
til at length quite composed the child came to 
her, with a look which compelled belief, and said, 
" I will tell you all about it. I wanted a pear so 
bad, and almost before I thought I opened the 
drawer and took one out, and smelled of it. It 
seemed as if I must eat it, but I remembered what 
you said, and so I shut the draw r er quick, and I 
told Satan out loud to 'get behind me.' Mamma, 
when I prayed I seemed to hear one voice say, 
'You did! you did!' and another voice 'But you 
did not, little girl you did not. ' " " My darling, ' 



122 PAIN. 

the mother said, " what can you mean? Mamma 
knows now you did not tell her any untruth, you 
did not disobey her, and there is no ' you did ' 
about it." " Oh yes there is. I seemed to hear 
Satan say, ' You wanted to, you almost did and 
that is just as bad as if you had/ And then I 
think the Lord said, 'But you did not, little girl, 
you did not.' O! mamma, tell me if I did dis- 
obey you?" Lovingly and joyfully the mother 
folded the child to her heart, and assured her 
that she had not disobeyed. The sweet incident 
is a lesson to us of how one may " suffer being 
tempted" and yet be " without sin." Of how 
pain is permitted to perfect us, and to prepare us 
for the place of which it is written " there shall 
be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, 
neither shall there be any more pain. " Re. 2 1 : 4. 
Our Prayer. Heavenly Father, make us will- 
ing to suffer pain when we need it to punish us, 
or purify us, or prove us, or perfect us. 



Our Nineteenth doming Glory. 
pR^T^lE^SfllP. 

"Titus, lie is uiy partner and fellow-helper." 2 Co, 8: 23. 
"We are laborers together with God." 1 Co. 3: 9. 

(Mark with a red DO.) 

Mrs. Bottome tells of a man who, when asked 
to do anything, always replied, " I think we can." 
When asked why he said " We," he replied, " I 
have gone into partnership with the Lord Jesus, 
and count on His strength and ability." Phil. 

4: 13. 

We are " workers together with Him." 2 Co. 
6: i, when we let Him work in us " to will and to 
do of His good pleasure." Phil. 4: 12. 

We can be partners with Jesus and His saints. 

I . By prayer. 

Jesus ever liveth to pray for us, He. 7: 25. 

He tells us to pray one for another. Jas. 5: 16. 

John Pierce spent one Lord's Day in a saloon 
gambling. He lost a whole week's earnings. 
Then he went home to get the rent money which 
was to be paid the next day. He heard sobs and 
the voice of his little Hannah praying God to 
make him a comfort to them. When he heard 
her call him " Dear father," and thought how un- 



I2 4 PARTNERSHIP. 

kind he had been, he forgot the money and crept 
up into his bedroom, fell on his knees and prayed. 

Then he went down where Hannah was who 
started up astonished. For years she had not 
seen her father at home on a Sunday evening. 
" Dear father," she said, " mother will be so glad 
to see you. " He kissed his child and said, " Read 
something out of your Bible." Two hours be- 
fore the sight of a Bible in her hand would have 
made him swear. 

Hannah read the 51st. Psalm. The father hid 
his face and wept. " Thank you, dear," he said, 
" read something else." She turned to the 103rd. 
Psalm. " Surely God made her choose those 
two," thought Mr. Pierce. His wife coming in, 
said, " Have something to eat, John, you've had 
no beer to-night." 

" Oh!" said he, " I hope I shall never taste 
beer again. " With joy she threw her arms around 
his neck and burst into tears. For some minutes 
they wept together. He tried to speak, but could 
not. At length he told her all. 

" Can you forgive such a wretch?" said he. 
11 Forgive you, my dear husband," she replied. 
" I never loved you half so well or was half so 
happy before. Ask God to forgive you, and He will, 
as I do." " I have," he said, " but till I heard 
what our dear child read I did not believe He 



PARTNERSHIP. 125 

could ever forgive such a sinner as I." " Christ 
came to save sinners, even the chief " said his 
wife. " Does the Bible say that?" he asked. 
11 Indeed it does," she answered. "Then it must 
mean me." " Let us kneel down, John, and 
pray." 

When they rose the man's heart was light and 
little Hannah was so happy to have been a worker 
together with God in her prayer for her father. 

2. By telling the gospel story. 

The little captive maid who told her mistress 
about the Prophet was as real a laborer with God 
for the healing of Naaman as was Elisha. 2 K. 

S:i-I4. 

A little Christian Chinese boy was stolen and 
carried to a heathen city and sold. He became 
the slave of a rich officer. He was fond of the 
baby whose cradle he was set to watch, and his 
mistress was fond of him. When she would 
kindly ask him about his home, the tears would 
come into his eyes and he would not talk about 
it but would say, " Shall I tell you about my 
Jesus?" And the fond mother would answer, 
" Oh! no, Ah Fung, I do not need any Jesus 
now. I have my baby." But by and by her 
delicate blossom began to droop. Paler and thin- 
ner the tiny, yellow face grew, until after a little 
the broken-hearted mother saw the one object of 



126 PARTNERSHIP. 

her love die. Then in her sorrow, she said, " Ah 
Fung, you may tell me about your Jesus." And 
the child began where he knew it would mean 
most to her, and told her how Jesus loved the lit- 
tle children and took them in His arms, and how 
her baby was in the beautiful home He had gone 
to prepare for His people. And the mother asked, 
11 Did he love my baby? Are you sure she is 
with Him?" 

11 I am sure He loved her, and that she is with 
Him," replied Ah Fung. " Our missionary said 
He has many little children there, and He makes 
them happy. He will give her back to you if you 
go there." " But where is it? How can I get 
there?" eagerly asked the mother. " I don't quite 
know," said Ah Fung. u But if we love Him, and 
trust it to Him, He will take us somehow. He 
said so. Won't you let Jesus be your Savior, too? 
And then we will both go there and He will give 
our darling back to us." The little captive's 
words were not in vain. This heathen mother 
was the first convert to Christianity in Corea, 
which had so long been shut up to the preaching 
of the gospel. Ah Fung sowed the first fruit- 
bearing seed. And I am sure that in heaven the 
Israelite maiden and little Ah Fung will sing loud 
notes of praise for the privilege of being laborers 
together with God. 



PARTNERSHIP. 127 

3. By comforting others. 

A young mother lay dying and no one would 
tell her that the hour had come. Her baby boy 
heard them consulting as to who would tell her, 
and he hurried up the stairway, and climbed on 
the bed and said lovingly, " Mamma, is you afraid 
to die?" The mother understood. " Who told 
you?" she asked. "Doctor, and papa, and gam- 
ma, and everybody," he whispered. " Mamma, 
dear ittle mamma, doan be 'fraid to die, 'ill you?" 
The mother hesitated. She was young and loved 
her baby. Life looked sweet to her. " Jus shut 
your eyes in e dark, mamma, teep hold of my 
hand, an , an when you open 'em mamma, it 'ill be 
all light there." And the mother took the tiny 
hand and held it close and said, " Mamma will not 
be afraid," and closed her eyes. When the family 
gathered to the bedside, the baby held up his lit- 
tle hand, " Hush, my mamma doin'to sleep. Her 
won't wake up here any more." And she did not. 
They " thought her dying when she slept and 
sleeping when she died," so quietly did she go to 
the land of which the little one had said, "It 'ill be 
all light there." 

4. By giving to others. 

The lad who gave his " five loaves and two 
small fishes" was a worker together with Jesus in 
his miracle of feeding the five thousand. Jno. 6: 9. 



128 PARTNERSHIP. 

A doll had been given to little three-year-old 
Faith Judd Montgomery of which she was very 
fond, so she brought her old doll to her mother 
and said: ° Mamma, you can give this dolly to 
the poor children who haven't any mamma's 'cause 
I have my new dolly you know." The mother 
said quietly; " Darling why don't you keep the 
old dollie, and give your new one to the poor 
children?" She was hardly prepared for the an- 
swer and the way it was given. With a new 
gleam of joy in her face, as though she were per- 
fectly delighted with the suggestion, she ex- 
claimed: " I will, mamma, I willl" and then, as 
she pondered over the charms of that delightful 
doll, she continued, but without a shadow of re- 
gret, " My nice new doll, that can bend its arms 
so, and its feet so, (illustrating with her own lit- 
tle hands) I will mamma, and I will keep the old 
one for myself." 

The dear baby girl was a laborer together with 
God in caring for the poor. 

Our Prayer. Oh! Lord, I want to be like 
Thee. I want to be a worker together with Thee. 
I want Thee to work in me to will and to do of 
Thy good pleasure. Help me by my prayers and 
words to strengthen and comfort others. 



Our Tweptietfy JVtornipg Glory. 
PRAISE. 

"Whoso offereth praise glorifieth. me." Ps. 50: 23. 

(Mark with a gold P.) 

Praise makes us like the angels, Lu. 2: 13, 
like the Shepherds of Bethlehem, Lu. 2: 20, like 
the early disciples, Ac. 2: 46. 

We should praise as well as pray. Phil. 4:6. 

Little Ira Breeder, about three years old, one 
holiday time used to kneel every night and pray, 
" Lord, please dive me a wash-tub, wash-board, 
wringer and iron and every fing that is dood." 

They were poor but God heard her prayer, and 
on Christmas eve they had a tree, and on it were 
more things for little Ira than she had asked for. 
When she saw her presents she just clasped her 
hands and sat still, for she was so happy she did 
not know what to say. When she went to bed 
she said: " I don't have to p'ay any more do I 
mamma?" Her mamma said, " No, dear, but 
now you must thank God." So when she knelt 
she said; " Lord, you did give me my wash-tub, 
wash-board, wringer and iron. You is so dood 
Lord, so dood Lord, " 



130 PRAISE. 

It is good to praise. Ps. 147: 1. 

One day while walking Miss Mossman saw a 
man coming toward her who had lost sight of 
Christ and was gloomy. Looking to the Lord for 
a word of cheer she cordially gave her hand and 
in glad tones said: " Good morning brother. How 
are you?" His look was withering, as he dole- 
fully replied, " Bad enough; there is no hope for 
me. " She said; " Will you do just as I tell you?" 
He promised to try. " As you go up that long 
hill say 'Praise the Lord/ at every step; and 
continue to do so, not only until you feel it down 
in your heart, but until some one else catches the 
inspiration; and the next time we meet, tell me 
about it." He did as she told him. The next 
week she met him again. His face was radiant, 
and before coming near enough to take her hand 
he shouted, " Glory." 

He said: " You know what you made me prom- 
ise. Ah! it was hard but I did it, and I had not 
reached the top of the hill, when the heavens 
seemed to open, and light broke into my soul, 
and I had to cry, ' Glory!' and I have been say- 
ing it ever since." 

One morning a lady woke up feeling utterly 
depressed. She had been so happy in the Lord 
for a long time she did not know what to make of 
it. " What is the matter? I am well enough; 



PRAISE. 131 

my husband, children and servants are all right; 
this must be what is called ■ depression !' " She 
thought: " I have got to get rid of it; it will never 
do to go on in this way." Then she remembered 
about these two who met at the foot of a hill, one 
gloomy and one happy, and she concluded she 
would begin to say; " Praise the Lord;" and 
though she did not feel like praising the Lord 
when she began, pretty soon she found something 
to praise Him for, and went on. She found so 
many things to praise Him for, she grew very 
happy and has been praising Him ever since. 

Praise is the secret of victory. 

Like the children of Israel in the valley of Bless- 
ing, 2 Ch. 20: 21-26, Cromwell's soldiers used to 
sing the doxology before they went into battle. 
Anybody can praise when the battle is over and 
the victory is won. But faith shouts while going 
around the city, before the walls fall, in prospect 
of victory, just as Israel did in the time of Joshua 
and Jericho. Josh. 6: 20. 

Praise should be continual. Ps. 34: 1. 

David said: " Every day will I bless Thee" 
Ps. 145: 2. 

No day so dark but there is some reason for 
praise, no accident so bad it might not have been 
worse, no condition so sad but God can make it 
better. And the darkest days, the most trying 



132 PRAISE. 

accidents, the worst conditions, all " work to- 
gether" for good to them that love God, so why 
should we not praise God for them? 

In one home the little children before going to 
bed at night, count on their fingers five good 
things which have been given them during the 
day, just closing, and tell them to mamma before 
they kneel to say the evening prayer. 

We should praise for everytliing. Eph. 5 :2 °- 

It is said that the pious old Jews used to praise 
God for everything that gave them pleasure. 
When they smelled a flower, they said, " Blessed 
be He that made this flower sweet!" If they ate 
a morsel of bread, they said, " Blessed be He that 
appointed bread to strengthen a man's heart!" 

A dear little child whose father had suddenly 
fallen asleep in Jesus, kneeling to pray, began, 
" God bless my — " and stopped, burst into tears, 
looked up and said, " Oh, mother, I can't leave 
papa all out. " 

Dear little one, I hope her mother told her that 
if she could not pray for her father, because he did 
not need her prayers any more, she could praise 
God for him. Praise Him that she had known his 
love. Praise Him that she could go to him some 
day. It has been a great comfort since the dear 
daughter went away to praise the Lord for her 
love and faithfulness, and to remember that I shall 



PRAISE. 133 

have her again some day in the Heavenly Man- 
sion which Jesus has gone to prepare for us. 

Our Prayer. We praise Thee for life, we 
praise Thee for health, we praise Thee for home, 
we praise Thee for friends, we praise Thee for 
comforts, we praise Thee for 

"One dear gift above the rest 
Which is the noblest and the best. 
Thine own Son sent down from Heaven 
That we all might be forgiven." 



Our Twenty-first JVIorping Glory. 
P^OVIDE^CE. 

"The Iiord will provide." Ge. 22: 14. 

(Mark with a purple P.) 

A clergyman's wife found herself one Saturday 
morning without anything for breakfast and no 
money to buy anything. Believing that a minis- 
ter had no right to be in debt she was sorely per- 
plexed. She said nothing to her husband, but 
while he was gone to the neighbors' for the morn- 
ing milk, she went into her closet and told the 
heavenly Father about it. Soon her husband re- 
turned loaded. " You cannot guess what I have 
brought?" he said. " Yes I can," was the laugh- 
ing answer, " bread and butter and eggs. I asked 
the Lord to send them." Then she told him their 
extremity. *- It really was providential," he ex- 
plained. " I had to wait for the cows to be milked 
and one of the little boys brought in a large nest 
of eggs. They had more than they needed so 
Mrs. P. offered them to me. Then she brought 
out the bread and butter. But these will not last 
all day to-morrow; what shall we do?" " Trust 
God's providence," was the wife's reply. They 
did not trust in vain. That afternoon a farmer's 



PROVIDENCE. 135 

wagon drove to the door and one of their people 
came in with potatoes, beets, a roast of lamb and 
a pumpkin pie. It reminds me of David's word, 
44 They that seek the Lord shall not want any 
good thing." Ps. 34: 10. 

An infant scholar loved his teacher dearly. 
Learning that she was ill, he grieved and longed 
to take her something. But he was poor and 
without money, and had nothing he believed she 
would value. At last he thought of his kitten, 
his one pet. He fastened a bit of fancy braid 
around its neck and took it to his teacher's home. 
As he gave it to the servant she expressed delight 
and asked, " Who told you the mice kept her 
awake at night?" " I guess God knew about it," 
was the reverent answer. Yes, God knew, and 
in His providence He used the little boy, who 
loved his teacher, to make provision against her 
sleeplessness. 

An engineer of a freight train stopped to fill the 
water-tank. When ready to proceed he placed 
his hand on the throttle. Just as he was about 
to start he said to himself, "No, I must not start 
but jump out and see if everything is all right." 
That is a strange thing for an engineer to do; but 
he got out of the cab and went in front of the 
engine. There lying on the track, was a little 
curly-headed girl, peacefully sleeping betv/een 



136 PROVIDENCE. 

the rails. If he had moved the engine he would 
have cut her in pieces. He picked her up with- 
out waking her and carried her to her mother. 
It was God who made him think he must jump 
out and see if everything was right. Ps. 16:9, 
1. c. 20: 24. f. c. 

A gentleman came to a minister after he had 
preached on the Providence of God and said, " I 
have heard your sermon: it certainly was fine, but 
I do not believe there is such a thing as Provi- 
dence, for I receive none of its benefits." "What! 
are you such an unbeliever?" 

" Facts are stubborn things. My wife and three 
children work hard and have never injured any 
one; yet I am reduced to such distress by the 
failure of one of my debtors, that, not being able 
to bear such misery, I have determined to com- 
mit suicide." 

" And how did you come to church, if you had 
such a wicked purpose?" 

" I happened to pass by when the people were 
entering, and I followed them." 

" And you still think there is no Providence? 
What but a special Providence could ordain that, 
while contemplating self-destruction, you should 
enter a church and hear a sermon just suited for 
you, and that you should come to me and tell me 
your griefs?" 



PROVIDENCE. 137 

" Well, I admit, " said the man " that there is 
something remarkable in that; but still, how am I 
to meet my creditors, to whom I owe six hundred 
and twenty-five dollars. How has Providence 
provided for that?" 

44 Listen! I believe you to be sincere, but un- 
fortunate. Here are seven hundred and twenty- 
five dollars given to me the other day by a lady, 
after a sermon on alms, to be disposed of in 
works of charity; take it in God's name, and 
recognize in the gift the effects of His all-ruling 
Providence. ,, 

The poor man overjoyed to have the debt paid 
and one hundred dollars beside repented of his sin 
and always afterward believed in a Providence. 

Jesus tell us we must never worry about food, 
or raiment, but think how God cares for the birds, 
and how He clothes the lilies. Mat. 6: 25-28. 

"Hark the lilies whisper, 

Tenderly and low, 
'In our grace and beauty, 

See how fair we grow.* 
Thus our Heavenly Father 
Cares for all below. 

Let us then be trustful, 

Doubting not, although 
Much of toil and trouble 

Be our lot below. 
Think upon the lilies, 

See how fair they grow." 



138 PROVIDENCE. 

OUR Prayer. Blessed Lord, we thank Thee 
that Thy Providence has always been over us, 
and fed us, and clothed us, and cared for us. 
Help us to remember how the birds are fed and 
how the lilies grow and always trust Thee. 



Our Twei?ty-second ]\fiori?ing Glory. 

"Preach, the gospel. 1 ' Lu. 4: 18. 

(Mark with a red DO, and draw a red line under prominent 
words and under the first letters of the acrostic.) 

To preach is, 

To bring good tidings. Isa. 61: I. 

To call. Jno. 3: 2. 

To tell good news. Ac. 10: 36. 

To tell thoroughly. Col. 1 : 28. 

To cry or proclaim, as a herald. Mat. 3:1; 

4: 17. 

To talk. Mk. 2:2. 

A preacher is a crier, a proclaimer, a herald. 
1 Ti. 2: 7; 2 Pe. 2: 5. 

Gospel means good news, good words, good 
tidings. Lu. 2: 10. 

We get the word Gospel as an acrostic in the 
key verse of the Bible. 

G od so loved the world that He gave His 

O nly begotten 

S on, that whosoever believeth in Him should not 

P erish, but have 

E verlasting 

Life Jno. 3:16. 



140 PREACHING. 

We sing, " I love to tell the story," and even a 
child can tell good news. 

We can preacJi as we talk. 

A lady sat by the bedside of an Indian girl who 
was ill. She talked to her of the love of Jesus 
and about heaven. " What that mean they sing, 
* Every fear and pain gone by?' " " It means that 
those whom Jesus takes to heaven, are never 
again afraid, never sick any more. ,, " I go to 
heaven, I never sick again?" " Never." " I 
never have ague again?" " Never." " My head 
never ache again?" " No, Tisgonalah." "And 

I never cry again?" with a curious choking in a 
tired voice, for in Tisg's short life there had come 
reason for tears. " Never. When God has once 
wiped the tears away they can never come again." 

II Miss Dane, how long you know it?" " Know 
what?" " Know this good thing — that Jesus loves 
us so?" " When I was a little child they told 
me." " Who tell you?" " My mother." " Who 
tell her?" " I suppose her mother did?" " All 
white mans he knows it?" " Yes." " How long 
white mans he knows?" " Many hundred years, 
I think." " Hundred years he know? What for 
why he not come tell my people sooner? I get 
well, I just run tell my people Jesus so good?" 
Then after a long time of quiet the soft voice 



PREACHING. 141 

added: " I love Him so." And Tisgonalah got 
well and lived as a Christian girl should. 

We can preach as we sing. 

In a rustic seat under a tree, a tired traveler sat 
to rest. He had walked twelve miles and was too 
weary even to look at the beautiful scenery. 
Presently a sweet child's voice sang, 

"Jesus loves me, this I know, 
He will wash me white as snow, 
He will keep me pure I know, 
For I'm His little lamb." 

He wished he could get a glimpse of the child. 
He did not have to wait long. She came out 
soon and offered him a glass of water for which he 
was glad. She said, " I saw you sit down and you 
looked so tired I thought you must be thirsty 
too." The child's thoughtfulness touched the 
man's heart. After thanking her, and drinking 
the water he asked her to sing for him. She sang 
again, 

" Jesus loves me this I know, etc. " 

Then she asked, " Are you Jesus' lamb too?" 
Without seeming to hear the question he said, 
" What is your name, little one?" 

" I am Josie, sir," was the reply. " Well Josie," 
he asked, "how do you know that Jesus loves you?" 

" Why sir," said the child, " the Bible says so; 
don't you believe the Bible?" Some one called 



1 42 PREACHING, 

Josie and she ran away, leaving the young man 
with his thoughts. He was the only son of Chris- 
tian parents who had often pleaded with him to 
give his heart to God. But he had fallen in with 
low companions who made fun of good things, 
and he was such a grief to his father and mother. 

But the little one's song and questions had 
touched his heart. Sitting there he prayed to 
God to forgive his sins and make him His child. 
He went back to his home, gave up his wild ways 
and wicked companions, and made the hearts of 
his parents happy. 

We can preach by giving. 

Dr Hamlin, a missionary in Turkey, says that 
when he was ten years old, his church undertook 
to support a boy in India. A box for offerings 
was kept at the house of one of the members. 
One day he was given seven cents by his mother 
as he was starting out for a parade. As she gave 
him the money she said, " Perhaps you will put a 
cent or two into the box at Mrs Farrar's." 

He says: " As I was trudging along, I began 
to question, l Shall I drop in one cent or two?' I 
wished mother had not said one OR two. I finally 
decided on two, and I felt satisfied. Five cents 
would buy all I could eat, and more too. But 
now, I thought, 'Five cents for yourself and two 
for the heathen? Five cents for ginger-bread and 



PREACHING. 143 

two for souls?' So I said to myself, 'Four cents 
for ginger-bread and three for souls?' After a 
time, as I thought about it, I said, 'Three for 
ginger-bread and four for the souls of the heathen.' 
I would not have stopped there, but for my pride. 
The boys would find out I had only three cents to 
spend. But I was at Mrs. Farrar's door, and 
there was the box, and I had the seven cents in 
my hand. I said, T will dump them all in, and 
have no more trouble about it.' ' So he did, and 
gave his money to send a preacher to the heathen 
before he went to preach to them himself. 

We can preach by our actions. 

A young man went to church just with the 
idea of making sport of the services. Soon after 
he entered a young lady rose and crossing the 
aisle politely passed a hymn book to a poor old 
man. The young man was impressed with the 
quiet act of courtesy, and that night became a 
Christian. 

We preach Jesus when we dont know it. 

A poor little girl went with her mother to visit 
a wealthy lady. The rich woman took an interest 
in the child, and showed her the beauties and 
wonders of her home. Much surprised at all she 
saw, the child said, " Why, how beautiful! I am 
sure Jesus must love to come here, it is so pleas- 
ant. Doesn't He come here very often? He 



144 PREACHING. 

comes to our house, and we have no carpet. O, 
how Jesus must love to come here!" The lady 
made no reply, and the child asked again: 
" Doesn't Jesus come here very often?" The lady 
replied sadly, " I am afraid not." That was too 
much for the child. She ran to her mother and 
begged to be taken home, for she was afraid to 
stay in a house where Jesus did not come. That 
night the lady told her husband what the little 
girl had said about Jesus, and they both decided 
to take Jesus for their Savior and love Him so He 
would come into their hearts and home. 

Our Prayer. Lord Jesus, help us to tell the 
gospel, to sing the gospel, to give the gospel, to 
live the gospel for Jesus' sake. 



Our Twenty-tfyird fllorrpipg Glory. 
Peculiarity. 

"Ye shall be a peculiar treasure unto Me." Ex. 19:5; Ps. 135: 4. 
(Mark promises with a purple P, and precepts or good actions 
with a red DO.) 

A mother was busy with her house work when 
her little child came running toward her. She 
caught the little prattler to her heart and, kissing 
her said, over and over, " You little darling, ma- 
ma's blessed one!" " What is blessed, mamma?" 
" You are mamma's dearest treasure, the delight 
of her eyes and her heart," the fond mother said, 
as she kissed again her baby's face. The happy 
child slid away and the mother went on with her 
duties. 

Going to her room she saw her " Daily Food" 
and said to herself, " I'll stop to read the verse for 
the day. I shall have something to think about 
as I work." She opened the book and read, 
" Come, ye blessed of My Father," Mat. 25: 34. 
Her mother heart gave a great bound of joy. 
" Blessed," the very word to her little one! Then 
there flashed into her mind our Morning Glory 
text, " Ye shall be a peculiar treasure unto me," 
and another, " The Lord delighteth in thee," Isa. 



146 PECULIARITY. 

62:4, and another, " Thou art all fair, my love," 
S. of S. 4: 7. The words had a new meaning for 
her. 

11 Am I my Father's blessed?" she said, " His 
delight, His treasure, the apple of His eye, just 
what my precious baby is to me?" She fell on 
her knees and wept tears of joy to think that she 
was so loved of the Lord. 

" Peculiar treasure," means special jewel, some- 
thing lovely and valuable. 

To think that God should choose us to be His 
wealth, His delight, His glory, His near, dear, 
precious ones. 

And because we are His peculiar treasure He 
wants us to be His " peculiar people," Tit. 2: 14; 
1 Pe. 2: 9. That means beyond ordinary people. 

Moses was peculiar. He left a royal home and 
a life of luxury, " choosing rather to suffer afflic- 
tion with the people of God, than to enjoy the 
pleasures of sin for a season; esteeming the re- 
proach of Christ greater riches than the treasures 
in Egypt." He. 11:25,26. 

Daniel was peculiar. He refused to defile him- 
self with the king's meat and wine. Da. 1 : 8. He 
"gave thanks" when his life was threatened, ex- 
actly as he did when he was in no danger. Da. 6: 10. 

Paul was peculiar. He would go to preach in 
Jerusalem though he knew that bonds and afflic- 



PECULIARITY. 147 

tions awaited him. He loved his Lord better 
than his life. Ac. 20: 22-24. 

John Howard was peculiar. He gave his time, 
energy, fortune and life to alleviate the sufferings 
of his fellow-men. Lincoln was peculiar. He 
dared to strike the shackles from four million 
slaves, though his life should pay the penalty. 

Edith Brooks was peculiar. She gave all her 
property to a charitable home, and herself to the 
Lord for India. 

That poor little child was peculiar who took the 
only pet she owned, her one little bird, and carried 
it to a neighbor and turned her white face away, 
choking, as she explained, " The doctor says 
mother must have some broth." 

Jesus was peculiar. He left heaven to live on 
earth. He gave up his God-head to become a 
babe. Though Master, He performed the office 
of a menial. Though spotless, He took the place 
of sinners. Though God, He died for men. To 
be like Jesus is to be peculiar. We do not need 
to be great or learned, or rich, or skillful to be 
God's chosen, peculiar people. 

Moses, Daniel and the others, all showed their 
love to God by being peculiar. Jesus tells us we 
show our love to Him when we obey Him. Jno. 
14: 21. 

A friend of mine visiting at the home of one of 



148 PECULIARITY. 

the members of his church found her with her little 
children about her. One put her arm around her 
and said, " I love you a whole bushel full," an- 
other said, " I love you a whole barrel full." But 
the eldest, a bright boy, whose business it was to 
bring in the wood, and who did not like to do it,, 
went out and brought an arm full and put it in 
the box. Then he went and stood beside his 
mother and said, " Mamma, I love you a whole 
arm full of wood." 

This reminds me of a poem I have heard Bro. 
D. C. Holmes and Bro. F. A. Graves sing: 

"I love you, mother," said little John; 
Then forgetting his work his cap went on, 
And he was off to the garden swing, 
And left her the wood and water to bring. 

"I love you, mother," said rosy Bell, 

"I love you better than tongue can tell. " 
Then she teased and pouted full half the day, 
Till her mother rejoiced when she went to play. 

"I love you, mother," said little Fan, 
"To-day I'll help you all I can. 

How glad I am that school doesn't keep!" 

So she rocked the babe till he fell asleep. 

"I love you, mother," again they said, 
Three little children going to bed. 
How do you think the mother guessed 
Which of them, really, loved her best? 

A father whispered to a little daughter, lying 
in his arms, " Allie, do you love Jesus?" " Oh, 



PECULIARITY. 149 

yes," she said. " How much?" " As big as the 
whole world," then she added, " but He loves me 
a great deal bigger than that." Though we love 
God ever so much He loves us more. 1 Jno. 4: 
10. All our love is God's love reflected back to 
Him. 

As you have sometimes seen the setting sun 
shine on a house until it seemed all on fire, but 
found it was only the light of the sun shining 
back, so if God's love shines in our hearts it will 
reflect back to Him. God's love touching us 
goes back to Him. 

It will help us to love Jesus if we will think how 
much Jesus loves us. A little girl went weeping 
to her minister at the close of a revival meeting 
and said: " Please, sir, I don't love Jesus." The 
minister replied, " My dear, never mind about 
your love to Jesus, think how much Jesus loves 
you. As you go home say l Jesus loves me.' As 
you kneel to pray say, 'Jesus loves me.' As you 
go to school say, 'Jesus loves me.'" The little 
thing did as she was told and the next night went 
with a shining face and said to the minister, 
" Please sir, I do love Jesus, because you see He 
loved me so." 

Our Prayer. Blessed Lord we praise Thee 
that Thy love to us is so exceeding great. We 
thank Thee that we are Thy peculiar treasure. 



150 PECULIARITY. 

We ask Thee that we may be Thy peculiar peo- 
ple, showing that we do love Thee because we 
obey Thee. 



Our Twenty-fourth JVIorping Glory. 
PbflCE. 

"Every one in his place." Jer. 6: 3. Nu. 2: 17. 

(Mark with a red DO.) 

We please God when we keep in our place. This 
is the way to promotion. 

Joseph was in his place, in the prison kitchen, 
when called to preside over all Egypt. Ge. 41: 
14, 38-40. 

David was in his place, keeping the sheep, 
when called to go on the errand that gave him 
the chance to fight Goliath and deliver Israel. 
1 S. 17: 15. 

Gideon was in his place, threshing wheat, when 
the call came to prepare to save Israel from the 
hand of Midian. Judg. 6: 11, 12. 

Moses was in his place, leading the flock of his 
father-in-law, when called to lead Israel from 
Egyptian bondage. Ex. 3: 1-8. 

Elisha was in his place, ploughing, when called 
to the prophetic office. 1 K. 19: 19. 

Nehemiah was in his place, waiting on King 
Artaxerxes, as cup-bearer, when he received per- 
mission to go and rebuild Jerusalem, the home of 
his fathers. Neh. 2: 1, 5, 6. 



152 PLACE. 

Matthew was in his place, sitting at the seat of 
custom, when called to follow Jesus. Mat. 9: 9. 

James and John were in their place, mending 
their nets, when called to be disciples. Mk. 1 : 19. 

God does not call idlers to His holy service. 
He calls the faithful, the busy, the obedient. To 
be in one's place doing the little things is the 
sure way to be ready for the call of God. 

11 A place for everything and everything in its 
place," is a proverb that fits with our Morning 
Glory. 

A lady went to visit her friend, Mrs. Brown, 
and noticed that every morning Georgie Brown, 
the youngest boy, eight years of age, was always 
prompt and neatly dressed. The guest felt sure 
that his mother did not attend to his morning 
dressing, and so one day she asked about it, and 
Mrs. Brown took her to his room. There she 
found hanging on the wall some rules, and was 
told that when each child was old enough to have 
a room alone such a paper was put on the wall. 

It was a happy day for each child when the 
lesson was so well learned that the rules could be 
taken down from the wall. These are the rules: 

The occupant of this room must keep these 
rules for the care of his room and person and 
clothing: 



PLACE. 153 

1. Room. 

A. Put out the light before getting into bed. 

B. Always hang up your nightgown. 

C. Open the bed to air before leaving the 
room. 

D. Never leave water standing in your wash- 
bowl, nor allow your comb to become clogged 
with dirt. 

2. Person. 

A. Take a full bath every Saturday. 

B. Take a sponge bath, feet and legs, Tues- 
day and Thursday nights. 

C. Scrub finger nails every night, and bathe 
neck and ears every other night. 

D. Never forget to wash your face, brush your 
teeth, and part your hair in the morning. 

3. Clothing. 

A. Use your whisk-broom daily. 

B. Air your clothing every night. 

C. Rub your shoes after taking them off with 
a flannel cloth and vaseline. 

D. Never put on a ragged stocking, a dusty 
shoe, or an unbrushed coat. 

A wealthy young girl could not be cured of 
disorderly habits. Her mother offered her a large 
sum each month if she would be tidy, but in vain. 
At last she joined the King's Daughters. When 
her mother asked her what work she would do, 



154 PLACE. 

the answer was, " You shall see." It was the 
mother's habit to go in and kiss the child good 
night after she had retired. That night she found 
the young girl with her wrapper on, busy with 
her wardrobe. " Now mamma," she said, " you 
can see my work as one of the King's Daughters. " 
Her gloves were laid in one place, and her hand- 
kerchiefs in another, and all her clothing was in 
order. What she would not do for money, she 
did for Christ. It was easy when she wore the 
little cross and did it " in His name." 

If you have not been in the habit of having " a 
place for everything and everything in its place," 
begin to do it now, to please Jesus and follow 
Him. Whatever He did was done in the best 
manner possible. 

Longfellow said: " The talent of success is do- 
ing what you can do, well, and doing well what- 
ever you do. " Economy in the present is provision 
for the future. It is waste in the years of plenty 
that brings want in the years of famine. One 
rule of Jonathan Edwards was, " Never to lose a 
moment of time, but to improve it in every possi- 
ble way. " 

A Chinese laundryman had a young man ar- 
rested whose laundry bill was in arrears. When 
asked by the judge what was his complaint against 
the young man he answered: " He too muchee 



PLACE. 155 

bye-and-bye." The Chinaman could not speak 
good English but he knew what was the matter 
with the young man. The same words might be 
spoken of the lad who is not early in his place at 
church and Sunday School, nor promptly on hand 
at meal-time, nor in good season at his business: 
who says, " In a minute, " when called to do an 
errand, and forgets his promise to bring wood 
and water; of the young girl who is always late 
to breakfast and whose drawers and closets are 
never in order; of the young man who is ever 
promising and seldom paying, and is never exact 
in keeping his accounts or careful to remember 
his engagements; of the young lady who, when 
money is plenty, spends it on trifles and wastes 
her time in novel reading and gossip; all of these 
are " too muchee bye-and-bye." They will fill 
no great positions in this world, they will receive 
no crowns in the other. 

Our Prayer. Heavenly Father, help us to 
be always in our place, help us to be neat, orderly, 
thorough, faithful and obedient, and to do it al- 
ways in Thy name and for Thy glory. 



Our Twenty-fifth Porping Glory. 
Positive. 

"He would not." Da. 1: 8. 
"We will not." Da. 3: 18. 

(Mark with a blue P.) 

From the early captives of Judah, carried to 
Babylon, by Nebuchadnezzar, he chose the 
brightest and best lads and brought them to his 
palace to have them educated to be his personal 
attendants. He put them in charge of a master 
named Ashpenaz, and ordered him to give them 
meat and wine from his own table, and not feed 
them as slaves were usually fed. Thus their food 
would be rich and unwholesome, perhaps pork, that 
the Jews had been forbidden to eat, and flesh 
that had been sacrificed to idols, and wine the 
Scriptures taught them not even to " look'* upon 
with desire. Pr. 23: 31. This was to go on for 
three years. Then the young men were to stand 
before the great monarch of the whole world. 
Among these lads were four whose mothers had 
taught them the law of the Lord, or who had 
been touched by the words of Jeremiah, " the 
weeping prophet," whom God had sent to the 
people of Judah. 



POSITIVE. 157 

Their names were Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael 
and Azariah. They changed them to Belteshaz- 
zar, Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego. 

Daniel purposed in his heart that he would not 
defile himself. They gave him a heathen name, but 
they could not make him an idolator. He would 
not do abroad what he had not done at home. 
He followed no such worldly maxim as, " When 
you are in Rome do as the Romans do." He 
would not sin against God no matter how men 
might tempt, or ridicule, or sneer, or persuade. 
Neither the example of those in authority, nor 
fear of the loss of favor, nor dread of danger to 
himself, could influence him to turn away from- the 
early teaching of his home, or forget the warning 
of Jeremiah, " Learn not the way of the heathen." 
Jer. 10: 2. 

They were all boys of mettle, but Daniel was 
the leader, so he courteously requested the mas- 
ter who had the care of them that he might not 
defile himself. Daniel was polite though he was 
positive. He asked him to prove them all for ten 
days, by giving them vegetables to eat and water 
to drink, and compare them with the young men 
who ate the king's meat and drank his wine. The 
prince consented. At the end of ten days their 
faces were fairer and fatter than all the children 
who did eat of the king's meat, and after that they 



158 POSITIVE. 

were allowed vegetables and water. God gave 
them knowledge and skill in all learning and wis- 
dom and they were the king's faithful body guard 
and wiser than the philosophers and astrologers, 
and the king consulted them on all questions of 
importance. 

E. P. Hammond tells of a twelve-year-old boy 
who, coming from Liverpool, was urged by the 
sailors to " take some grog. " He answered quietly, 
" Excuse me, I would rather not. " They laughed 
at him but never could get him to drink. One 
day the captain commanded him, " You must 
drink." Still he said, " Please excuse me, cap- 
tain; I would rather not." "Take that rope," 
commanded the captain to a sailor, " and lay it 
on; that will teach him to obey orders." The 
sailor took the rope and beat the boy most cruelly. 
" Now drink that grog," said the captain. 
11 Please, sir, but I would rather not." " Then go 
in the foretop and stay all night." The poor boy 
looked away up to the masthead, trembling at the 
thought of spending the night there, but he went. 
In the morning, the captain looked up and cried, 
" Hello, up there!" No answer. " Come down!" 
Still no answer. One of the sailors was sent up, 
and found the poor boy was nearly frozen. He 
had lashed himself to the mast, that he might not 
fall into the sea. He brought him down in his 



POSITIVE. 159 

arms, and they worked upon him till he showed 
signs of life. Then the captain said, " Now drink 
that grog." " Please, sir, I would rather not. 
Let me tell you why; and do not be angry. In 
our home we were so happy, but father took to 
drink. He had no money to get us bread, and 
at last they had to sell the little house we lived 
in, and everything we had, and it broke my poor 
mother's heart. In sorrow she pined away — till 
at last before she died, she called me to her and 
said, * Jamie, I want you to promise your dying 
mother that you will never taste drink.' Oh, 
sir," continued the little fellow, " would you have 
me break the promise I made to my dying mother? 
I cannot and I will not." 

These words touched the heart of the captain. 
Tears came into his eyes. He stooped and fold- 
ing the boy in his arms, said, " No, no, my little 
hero! Keep your promise; and if any one tries 
again to make you drink, come to me, and I'll 
protect you." 

A young man well nigh broke his mother's heart 
with his intemperate habits. At length, she per- 
suaded him to sign the pledge. Soon after- 
ward, he said to her, " Mother, the temptations 
are so sore here I shall have to leave, but you 
may depend upon it with the help of God I will 
keep my pledge." He went away and for two 



160 POSITIVE. 

years every letter brought good news. At last 
he wrote that he would spend Thanksgiving day 
with her. How happy she was! He came the 
night before as far as the tavern where the stage 
stopped. Several of his old friends met him and 
their first question was, " What will you have to 
drink?" " Nothing, thank you," he answered. 
" What, not at Thanksgiving time? Come take 
a little." M No I'd rather not. I've come home 
to see my mother. She does not expect me till 
morning. I thought I would wait until dark and 
then go in and surprise her." Just then the 
keeper of the tavern said, " If I were six feet tall 
and afraid of a paltry glass of ale I would go to 
the woods and hang myself." " But I am not 
afraid," the young man said. M Oh yes you are! 
ha! ha! ha! here's a great big fellow afraid of a 
glass of liquor. I suppose he's afraid of his 
mother" Then their mocking laugh rang out 
again. They handed him a glass of liquor and 
dared him to drink it. Well," said he, " I am go- 
ing to my mother and I may as well show you I 
am not afraid of a glass of liquor." He drank it. 
The old taste revived. By midnight he was so 
drunk he could not walk. They carried him to 
the barn and left him there all night on a heap of 
straw. In the morning when they went to look 
for him they found him dead. They laid him on 



POSITIVE. 161 

a plank and carried him to the mother who waited 
with such a glad joy in her heart for the com- 
ing of her boy. O! the poor, broken-hearted 
mother! If only her boy had been positive, known 
how to say, " No" and stick to it! 

Two gentlemen passing the playground of a 
village school, heard a clear, sharp, ringing " No. " 
They stopped and listened. Some boys were in 
the midst of an excited discussion. The same 
voice said decidedly, " It isn't right, and I won't 
have anything to do with it. When I say 'No* I 
mean it." " Well, anyway you needn't tell every- 
body about it. " "I am willing that everybody 
should hear what I've got to say. I won't take any- 
thing that don't belong to me, and I won't drink 
cider anyway." " Such a fuss about a little fun!" 
" I never go in for doing wrong. I told you 'no' to 
begin with, and you're the ones to blame if there 
has been any fuss." The gentlemen passed on. 
One of them learned that this lad was in need and 
befriended him. When he had grown to man- 
hood he offered him a paying position, one he 
would never have thought of seeking. The young 
man asked him why. " Because I knew you could 
say *No,' " answered his employer. 

To know how to be positive, how to say " No," 
when forced to do wrong; how to say, " No," to 
evil thoughts; " No," to ungodly companions, 



1 62 POSITIVE. 

" No," to the attractions of the world; " No," to 
the temptations of Satan, is to know how to be 
strong. 

Our Prayer. Lord, teach us how to resist 
evil. How to be positive when we are asked to 
do wrong. How to say, " No, we will not" 
when tempted to do evil. And keep us polite 
while positive, keep us sweet while strong, for 
Jesus' sake. 



Our Twenty-sixth horning Glory. 
P0WE$. 

"The gospel is the power of God unto salvation to every one 
that believeth." Ro. 1: 16. 

(Draw a red line under the word power, and mark with a 

pointed cross, t) 

Salvation is for sinners. The offer is to all who 
will say, " I am a sinner, " and accept Jesus as 
their Savior. A man in great distress about his 
soul dreamed that he stood at the gate of heaven. 
He saw a host marching in with songs, and asked, 
" Who are they?" " The prophets who have 
gone to be with God." He sighed, " Alas, I am 
not one of these, I cannot enter there." Another 
company robed in w r hite entered, and again he 
asked who they were. " The godly apostles." 
" I belong not to those, I cannot enter there." 
Still he waited. The next multitude was an army 
of noble martyrs, and he could not go in with 
them. Afterward came a host of ministers, but 
sighing, he felt he did not belong to them. At 
last he saw a larger host than all, singing and 
marching, and in front was the woman which was 
a sinner, and the thief that died upon the cross 
by the Savior, and he thought, " There will be no 



164 POWER. 

shouting about them." But heaven was rent with 
seven-fold shouts as they went in, and the angel 
said, " These are sinners saved by grace." Then 
he shouted, " Blessed be God, I can go with 
them, and awoke to know that the gospel was the 
power of God to a sinner who would believe. 

We do not have to sacrifice, nor strive, nor try, 
in order to be saved, but just to believe. An 
evangelist seeing a woman with an anxious look, 
went to her and said, " What is it, my friend, are 
you a Christian?" " I wish I were," she said, in 
a tone of despair, " I have been trying for nine 
years to be one but I have failed. " The man 
said, " If you had trusted instead of tried those 
nine years you would have been for nine years a 
happy, joyous Christian." " How can that be?" 
" What made you place yourself in that chair? 
How did you know it would support you?" He 
waited. She could not answer. She had never 
doubted the chair. She had placed herself in it 
fully trusting to it, and had perfect rest. " Friend," 
he said, " put yourself on Jesus just as you did 
on that chair." She turned to an unsaved friend 
and said, " Did you ever hear the like of that?" 
and began to talk to her of salvation as it had just 
been revealed to her own heart. 

We are not only saved by the power of God 



POWER. 165 

through believing but we are " kept by the power 
of God through faith." 1 Pe. 1:5. 

A little girl about to pray one night said: 
"Mamma, if you please, I will not say, 'For 
Jesus' sake' any more." "Why Mary! what 
makes you say that?" " Why, mamma, I can be 
good my own self, if I have a mind to. I don't 
need to have Jesus help me to be good." Her 
mother saw that her mind was made up and that 
she would have to find out for herself what a mis- 
take she was making. So she said: " Well, 
Mary, you need never say ' for Jesus' sake ' again, 
unless you choose to; and now, if you are going 
to do right by yourself, you must try to be just 
as good as you know how to be." " Yes, mam- 
ma, I will." " And I will help you," continued 
the mother. " I will give you fifty gold dollars 
to be all your own, to spend just as you please, 
if you will be good a whole month without Jesus. " 
" Oh, mamma, that money will be easy to earn; 
you are so kind. I'll do it. I'll begin tomorrow 
morning; shall I mamma?" " Yes, dear, begin 
when you get up tomorrow morning. " Mary's 
heart seemed to fail her a little, the next morn- 
ing, for the first thing she did was to put her 
head in at her mother's door and say: " Mamma, 
if you please, will you tell them all not to be very 
provoking today?" " Yes, dear, we will all help 



1 66 POWER. 

you." So after breakfast the mother called the 
coachman, gardener, second girl, and all the rest 
of them and told them that Mary was going to be 
good without Jesus, and they must all help her as 
much as they possibly could. They promised, 
and Mary set about what she thought was going 
to be easy. At night she said to her mother: 
" Mamma, if you don't mind, I would like to be- 
gin over tomorrow morning, for I have been 
naughtier than usual today, though I did try hard 
to be good my own self. " " Very well, Mary, 
you may begin over again tomorrow morning." 
The next night Mary was quite sad when she 
came to her mother and said: " Mamma I would 
like very much if you would let me begin over 
again tomorrow morning, for I have been worse 
today than I was yesterday." " Well, Mary, begin 
again tomorrow morning. " The next night Mary 
came to her mother with tears running down her 
cheeks and said, " Mamma, will you please ask 
Jesus to forgive me for trying to be good without 
Him? There can't anybody; can there, Mamma?" 

Everybody who is good has to learn little 
Mary's lesson that God " giveth power to the 
faint" Isa. 40:29, not to them who think they 
are strong and can be good their own selves. 

We are never strong in ourselves but always 



POWER. 167 

may be, " Strong in the Lord, and in the power 
of His might." Eph. 6: 10. 

The power of God is given by the Spirit of 
God. Jesus said, " Ye shall receive the power of 
the Holy Spirit coming upon you." Ac. 1: 8. 

Jesus did His work in" the power of the Spirit." 
Lu. 4: 14. " God — hath — given us the Spirit — 
of power. 2 Ti. 1 : 7. 

A minister found a little eleven-year-old girl in 
an after meeting crying bitterly. He asked, " Can 
I help you?" She said, " Yes, you can for I am 
in trouble." " What is it?" " I have joined the 
Scripture Union, and have been reading the Bible 
hoping to be able to do what Jesus says, but I 
cannot." " Can you say, 'Jesus is mine and I 
am His?' " " Yes, I can, but I am just as naughty 
as ever." " What did you take when you took 
Jesus?" " I took a Savior." 

Then he explained to her that she must not 
only take Christ as a Savior, but as a Keeper. 
She must take Him as a Master to serve, and as 
a Teacher to guide. She must receive the Holy 
Spirit into her heart to enable her to obey what 
the Bible taught. Then she would know the 
power of God to keep as well as save. " I never 
thought of that," she said, and kneeling prayed, 
" Lord Jesus, you shall be my Savior, my Master, 
my Teacher, my Keeper." Then looking up she 



168 POWER. 

said to the minister, " And I mean it." She went 
back to her school and confessed Christ. The 
girls laughed at her but she was true and led 
some of her companions to Christ. 

Our Prayer. We thank Thee, Oh, Lord, for 
the gospel which is the power of God unto Salva- 
tion. We pray that we may be kept by the power 
of God. We receive the Holy Spirt to endue us 
with power to be good and to do good. Amen. 



Our Twerpty-seventr? JWornipg Glory. 
PUSH- 

"Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might." 
Ecc. 9: 10. 

"Whatsoever ye do, do it heartily." Col. 3: 23. 
"Run, that ye may obtain." 1 Co. 9: 24 

(Mark with a red DO.) 

Push is energy, effort, attempt, earnestness, 
pressing forward. 

Little Abel Baker went for the first time to 
Sunday School. He wanted to be a good boy 
but he was slow, lazy, and inclined to shirk; there 
did not seem to be a bit of push in him. That first 
Sunday the Superintendent talked about doing 
one's best and being one's best, and taught the 
school our morning glory text, " Whatsoever thy 
hand findeth to do, do it with thy might. " 

The little fellow kept saying it over to himself, 
as he went home, thinking that it took in play, 
and lessons and work. "It is pretty hard, " he 
said, " but I'll do it." And he did. He went to 
work with a will and did everything with his 
might. When he left school he went to learn the 
trade of the blacksmith. He remembered his les- 
son. He was active and energetic. He gave 



170 PUSH. 

himself to the Lord Jesus and was as earnest in 
his religion as in his business. 

He was known as the best blacksmith in that 
part of England. 

The London Missionary Society started to build 
a Missionary ship. One of the Missionaries, who 
was going out in her, had been Abel's S. S. 
teacher, and he got them to engage him to make 
an anchor and chain. 

The ship is finished and on her way. A dread- 
ful storm comes up. Unless she can be kept 
from drifting she will be dashed to pieces on a 
rocky island in the Pacific. An anchor is put out 
but the chain snaps and again they drift toward 
the rocks. 

11 Let go another," says the Captain. It goes 
and fails like the first. 

A third is tried but that breaks. They have 
but one more, so small it seems useless to try it, 
when the heavier chains have snapped like a 
thread. But a Missionary says, " My old scholar, 
Abel Baker, made it; and I know it is made in 
the best way that a chain can be made. M Away 
goes Abel Baker's anchor. It is their last hope. If 
it fails they must perish. Anxiously they watch. 
It reaches the bottom. It holds. The ship stops 
drifting. Will it continue to bear the strain? The 
ship rises and falls. The chain swings backwards 



PUSH. 171 

and forwards. The anchor holds. The vessel is 
held till the storm is over. They are saved. The 
anchor that Abel Baker made " with his might" 
saved the ship. 

Caleb's push led him to say, " Let us go up at 
once" and possess the land. Nu. 13:30-33. 

Nehemiah, the wall-builder, was a man of 
push. Neh. 2:9-20; 4: 1-23. 

David declared, " I have prepared with all my 
might for the house of my God." 1 Ch. 29: 2. 

The secret of Mr. Moody's success has been 
summed up in five words, 

" He is terribly in earnest" 

It is written of Hezekiah, " Every work that he 
began — he did it with all his heart, and prospered. " 
2 Ch. 31:21. 

A drummer went into an office in Newburg. 
The burly proprietor said to him, " We don't want 
any; never buy anything of peddlers," and left 
the room. A few weeks later the drummer called 
again and was met with the words, " I thought I 
told you I don't buy of peddlers. Now, go!" 

On his next visit to the town the drummer 

tried again. Mr. W sat reading his paper 

with his back to the door. He walked in, laid 
his box on the table, and said cheerfully, " Good 

morning, Mr. W ." The old man looked up, 

saw who it was and exclaimed, " Young man, 



172 PUSH. 

how many times have I got to tell you that we 

don't buy anything of peddlers?" " Mr. W , 

I am not a peddler. I shall call on you every 
time I come to Newburg until you will hear what I 
have to say. After that I will never darken your 
doors." 

11 Well, that's cool; what have you got?" The 
model was shown. "Just what I want," said Mr. 

W , " I have been looking for that machine 

for a year. " In five minutes he had given his 
order for three machines amounting to several 
hundred dollars. Push pays. 

An old gentleman told once in a prayer meet- 
ing how he learned a lesson from a little boy. He 
was entering a church when the child called him 
by name and said, " I know you sir." " Do you, 
my little man? Where have you seen me?" 
" Oh, I board in the house with you, and sit at 
the other end of the table." " Well, I am glad 
to meet you here at church." " Oh yes, my 
grandfather used to take me on his knee and tell 
me all about religion, and Tm going for that." 
There was a look in his eyes that meant business. 
It is push that says, " I am going for that." And 
we get what we " go for." 

An Indian boy, educated at a school in Car- 
lisle, Penn., worked his own way from his wig- 
wam in Indian territory to beyond the Alleghany 



PUSH. 173 

mountains. When he reached the Missouri river 
he had but $2.73. With this he determined to 
walk to Carlisle. He was often hungry and weary 
but he pressed on. When he reached the moun- 
tains covered with snow, his moccasins were com- 
pletely worn out, and his feet sore and numb. 
He succeeded in trading his Indian blanket for a 
pair of shoes and pressed on. Tattered, haggard 
and covered with dust he presented himself as a 
candidate for a scholarship, telling how he had 
walked for six weeks over fifteen hundred miles 
of country. He was sheltered and cared for and 
kind friends who heard his story, contributed to 
his education. Does not the earnestness of this 
heathen Indian boy shame some of us who have 
the Bible, and have read the words, " Press to- 
ward the mark for the prize of the high calling of 
God in Christ Jesus." Phil. 3: 14. 

A drummer boy, captured by the British during 
the Revolutionary War, was told to beat an ad- 
vance, and he made his drum sticks fly in a lively 
manner. Then they said: Beat a reveille, which 
he did. Then they told him to beat a retreat. 
" Oh," he said, " I don't know how. We never 
beat a retreat in our army." Let us never beat a 
retreat in God's army but push bravely on. 

Our Prayer. Lord, help us to do with our 
might what our hands find to do; do everything 



174 PUSH. 

heartily; press toward the mark of our high 
calling in Christ Jesus; that we may glorify Thee 
and be a blessing to those about us. 



Our Twenty-eighth JVIorping Glory. 
Pentecost. 

"The Holy Spirit is come." Ac. 1: 8. 

"The day of Pentecost was fully come." Ac. 2: 1. 

(Mark with a red S. ) 

Pentecost means fiftieth. 

The Jews' feast of Pentecost was fifty days 
after the last Sabbath of the feast of Passover. 
Pentecost was fifty days after the resurrection of 
Christ. 

Jesus promised His disciples before He went 
away to send the Holy Spirit. While one hun- 
dred and twenty men and women were gathered 
in an upper room the Holy Spirit came; Ac. i: 

13-15; 2: 1-4. 

We read in Revelation, " Behold, I stand at the 
door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and 
open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup 
with him, and he with me." Re. 3: 13, 20. Will 
you let Him in? 

The Holy Spirit gives courage. Ac. 4: 31. 

Before Pentecost Peter was afraid of a little ser- 
vant maid and denied Jesus. Afterward he did 
not fear anything or anybody. 

The Holy Spirit purifies hearts, Ac. 15:8, 9. 



176 PENTECOST. 

One day a lady who had a dreadful temper and 
used to scold her household and children, prayed 
for the Holy Spirit to come into her heart and 
take the temper away, and He did. About two 
weeks afterward she heard her two little children 
talking as they played together on the floor. One 
said to the other, " Don't do that, if you do 
mamma will scold." " No, she won't," was the 
reply, " The Lord has taken the scold all out of 
her." 

A little boy was saved in a revival meeting and 
was very happy for days. But one evening he 
came to the evangelist with such a sad face and 
said, " Can't the Lord save me so I won't get 
mad?" He was told that He could. Then he 
knelt down and received the Holy Spirit into his 
heart to keep him, and he did not get angry any 
more. 

The Holy Spirit gives power. Ac. i : 8. 

Mrs. H. L. Hastings, in her beautiful book, 
" Pebbles From the Path of a Pilgrim," gives an 
incident of her girlhood that tells how tiny chil- 
dren may have the power of the Spirit. 

Going to a meeting she noticed a kindly look- 
ing lady and beside her a rosy, blue-eyed, curly- 
headed little girl about three years old, whose 
sedate, thoughtful look attracted her attention. 
Girl-like she moved along until she reached the 



PENTECOST. 177 

shy little one and looked down into her modest, 
loving face. 

The meeting was a sad one. It was called for 
the trial of a brother who in an evil hour had be- 
come drunk, and fallen into sin and brought dis- 
grace upon himself, his family, and his church. 

The leader brought the charges against the 
man in severe, harsh words. The man said the 
charges were true, but in scornful words resented 
the language of the leader, and asked to be freed 
from all connection with such a church. 

The company was divided. Some were in tears, 
others were angry. Some were grieved with the 
unkind spirit of the leader and sorry for the sinner. 

Some loved the offender and did not want to 
have him leave or to have him cut off from fellow- 
ship. Some suggested one thing, some another. 
One after another spoke but the spirit of the 
meeting only grew worse. The lady with the lit- 
tle girl wept. 

In the midst of the trouble the tiny child whis- 
pered, " Mother, I want to speak." The mother 
smiled. After a little she said again, " Mother / 
want to speak." The mother said, " Well, wait 
until that man gets through speaking." This 
pacified the child and, thinking the request was 
granted, the moment the man was through speak- 
ing she slipped from her seat and stood looking 



178 PENTECOST. 

round on the agitated, contending company, 
while the tears ran down her cheeks. In a voice 
choked with sobs she said, 

" Let brotherly love continue." 

And went back to her seat. The storm became 
a calm. The single sentence the Holy Spirit gave 
through the little child changed everything. 
Anger went. Bitterness dropped away. They 
all wept. The sinful man threw himself at the 
feet of the leader of the meeting and begged for 
forgiveness. Peace was restored, brotherly love 
did continue. A blessed revival was the result 
in which many people were added to the Lord. 

The Holy Spirit teaches us how to pray. Ro. 
8: 26. 

A humble Christian used to ask God about all 
the places he visited in his mission work. One 
night he prayed about a saloon keeper, and the 
next day he visited him. He was rudely treated, 
but was quiet and kind. At last the rough fel- 
low said, " I'll tell you what I'll do. If you can 
tell me how often the word girl occurs in the 
Bible, I will go to your meeting to-morrow 
night." 

He took out his Bible, and in a moment found 
the passage, Joel 3:3. The man was surprised, 
and said, " How did you know? I have asked 
that question of many ministers and not one could 



PENTECOST. 179 

tell me." The visitqr told him that the night be- 
fore he had asked God to guide him where to go, 
and his mind had been strongly directed to him. 
Just afterward he took down the concordance to 
look for another word and noticed this word girl 
and was struck by the fact that it was found only 
once in the Bible and marked the place in his 
mind. 

God knew that this wicked man was going to 
make this the condition on which he would come 
to church, and this was His way of answering the 
Missionary's prayer. The man was so deeply 
impressed that it led to his conversion. 

Our Prayer. Blessed Lord Jesus, open our 
hearts to receive the Holy Spirit. We ask Thee 
to empty our hearts of everything that does not 
please Thee, and to baptize us with the Holy 
Spirit. We do not understand all it means, but 
we want the best Thou hast for us. He said if 
we would open the door He would come in and 
we believe it. We receive Him. We praise Thee 
that He does come in to dwell. 



Our Twenty-nintt? Morpipg Glory. 
PUNCTUAL*. 

"Be instant in season." 2 Ti. 4: 2. 

"I will hasten niy word to perform it." Jer. 1: 12. 

"There is— a time to every purpose." Ecc. 3: 1. 

(Mark with a red Do.) 

It pays to be punctual. 

One secret of Sheridan's great success was his 
always being punctual. 

Of Washington it is said, that when his secre- 
tary on some important occasion was late, and 
excused himself by saying his watch was too 
slow, the reply was, " You will have to get an- 
other watch or I another secretary.'' 

All the years that John Quincy Adams was in 
Congress, he was never known to be late. One 
day the clock struck, and some one said: " It's 
time to call the House to order. " " No," was the 
reply, Mr. Adams is not in his seat yet." And 
it proved that he was punctual, while the clock 
was three minutes fast. 

The head clerk of a large firm in Charlestown 
promised an old customer one day, half a bale of 
linen duck, to be on hand at one o'clock, when 
the man was to leave town with his goods. The 



PUNCTUAL. 181 

firm was out of linen and the clerk went over to 
Boston to buy some. Not finding a truckman, 
he hired a man to take it over on his wheelbar- 
row. Finishing other business, on his return to 
Charlestown the clerk found the man half way 
over the bridge, sitting on his barrow, half dead 
with the heat. 

It was half past twelve, and the goods were 
promised at one. There was not a moment to 
lose. In spite of the heat, the dust, and his fine 
clothes, the young man seized the wheelbarrow, 
and pushed on. 

Soon a rich merchant, whom the young man 
knew, riding on horseback, overtook him and 
said, " What! Mr. Wilder has turned truck man!" 

" Yes, the goods are promised at one o'clock, 
and my man has given out; but you see I am go- 
ing to be as good as my word. ,, 

" Good, good!" said the gentleman, and started 
on. 

Calling at the store where the young man was 
employed, he told his employer what he had 
seen. " And I want to tell him," said the gentle- 
man, " that when he goes into business for him- 
self, my name is at his service for thirty thousand 
dollars. " 

Reaching the store in time, the clerk felt paid 
for all he suffered from the heat and fatigue. 



i82 PUNCTUAL. 

This young man became one of the most eminent 
merchants of his day, and is known far and wide. 
His name wasS. V. S. Wilder, the first president 
of the American Tract Society. 

// is polite to be punctual. 

When eight Quaker ladies had an appointment 
and seven were punctual, and the eighth, being 
a quarter of an hour too late, began to apologize 
for keeping the others waiting, the reply from one 
of them was: " I am sorry, friend, that thee should 
have wasted thine own quarter of an hour, but thee 
had no right to waste one hour and three quarters 
more of our time which was not thine own." 

A good old lady asked why she was always so 
early in her seat at church, replied, " It is part of 
my religion not to distrust the worship of others. " 
It is not only polite but pious to be punctual. 

Lack of punctuality has often led to severe loss. 

A condemned man was led to the gallows to 
die. Thousands had signed a petition for his 
pardon but none had arrived. The last moment 
came. The prisoner took his place on the drop. 
In a moment it was all over. Just then a horse- 
man came in sight, his steed covered with foam. 
He had the pardon in his hand but he came too 
late. 

Dear ones, where do you belong, with those 
who are punctual, or those who are apt to be 



PUNCTUAL. 183 

late? Here is a good way to break the habit of 
being unpimctiial. 

Take a small cardboard box, cut a slit in the 
cover and fasten the cover to the box with muci- 
lage. Write on it, 

TARDY PENNIES FOR FOREIGN MISSIONS. 

Whenever you are a moment late at meals, at 
prayer, at S. S., at church, at day school, at the 
office, or anywhere, put a penny in the box. 

Always plan to be punctual. 

" How is it that you are never late at Sunday 
school, Edwin?" they asked a boy. His Sunday 
school began a quarter before nine in the morn- 
ing, and many of the children came straggling in 
all through the opening service; Edwin, never — 
he was always in time. 

" Oh, I always plan," said Edwin. " I put the 
polish on my boots over night, I find my Bible 
and quarterly and place them in a safe corner. I 
brush and put on my Sunday clothes before 
breakfast. So after prayers I start in time to get 
there before the superintendent rings the school 
to order." 

" And you don't lag by the way?" 

" No," said Edwin. " It is better to be five 
minutes too early than one minute too late." 



1 84 PUNCTUAL. 

Our Prayer. Lord help us always to promptly 
fulfill every duty, to be punctual in our place at 
school, at church, at work, and everywhere. 



Our Thirtieth JVIorning Glory. 
Paradise. 

"I go to prepare a place for you." Jno. 14: 1. 
(Mark with a yellow P.) 

Little Carl was sitting on his mamma's knee 
and listening with wide open eyes to her story 
about the beautiful place which Jesus had gone to 
prepare for those who love Him. She told him 
how there was no pain, or sorrow, or anything to 
harm, but how all was beautiful in the sunshine 
of God's love. He listened, until his mother 
paused for a moment, then jumping from her lap, 
cried: " Let's get ready to go right away, mam- 
ma." Let little Carl's words be ours: "Let's 
get ready to go right away. " Each day as we 
wake in the morning, let us remember that we are 
getting ready for Jesus; for He not only told us 
that He was going to prepare a place for us, but 
that He was coming to receive us unto Himself. 
Jno. 14: 2. Each hour that passes so swiftly by, 
either prepares or unfits us for the place Jesus has 
gone to prepare for us. 

" I know the way to heaven," said little Minnie 
to little Johnny, who stood by her side, looking 
at a picture-book that Minnie had in her hand. 



1 86 PARADISE. 

" Well, won't you tell me how to get there?" <4 O, 
yes, I will tell you. Just commence going up, 
and keep on going up all the time, and you'll get 
there. But, Johnny, you must not turn back." 

A minister once asked his Sunday-school chil- 
dren, if there should be any such thing as strife in 
heaven, what they thought it would be about. 
11 O sir," they replied, " there will be no strife 
there." " Well, but supposing there should be 
such a thing; what do you think it would be 
about?" " Well, sir," said one, " I suppose, if 
there be any contention, it will be who shall get 
nearest to Jesus." 

People have different ideas about Paradise. 
Robert Hall, who suffered for years with acute 
bodily pain, said to William Wilberforce," " My 
chief conception of heaven is rest." " Mine," 
said Wilberforce, " is love — love to God, and love 
to every bright and holy inhabitant of that glorious 
place." 

A Sunday School teacher asked his scholars what 
was their idea of Paradise. A ragged little urchin 
who had been born and brought up in a squalid 
street, said it was " all grass and green trees," one 
from the richer quarter of Boston said it was like 
a big, broad avenue, with tall houses on each side. 
A sweet voiced Episcopal choir-boy was of the 
opinion that people would sing a good deal in 



PARADISE. 187 

heaven. The last member of the class — a quiet, 
thoughtful boy, one of the smallest, said, " A 
place where — where you're never sorry." 

A little girl whose loving, gentle mother had 
died, and who was left to the care of others and to 
her father's rough words said to her nurse, " In 
heaven, where my mother lives, everyone is kind, 
no one gets angry nor speaks loud. Is'nt that 
beautiful? How much I should love to be there, 
and never be afraid any more." 

A minister who had lost his child asked another 
minister to come and preach for him. He came 
and told how he lived on one side of a river, and 
felt little interest in the people on the other side 
until his daughter was married and went over 
there to live, and then every morning he went to 
the window and looked over that river and felt 
much concerned about that town and all the peo- 
ple there. So after our dear ones have left us we 
are apt to think more about God and the angels, 
and the mansion that Jesus is getting ready for us. 

It will be a privilege to welcome to our 
heavenly mansion those we have won to Christ 
here. This was Paul's hope and joy. 1 Th. 2: 
19. A minister of Chicago sat in his home sick 
and discouraged when the door bell rang and a 
stranger entered. " Do you remember me," he 
asked. " No," said the clergyman. Then the 



188 PARADISE. 

man said, " I can make you remember me. One 
day when you were in Galena you came to the 
wharf and asked a little boy if he didn't want to go 
to church and Sunday school. He said he didn't 
know what Sunday was, never had any; he was a 
cabin boy on that boat. You*took him to a little 
hotel, and the owner hired him for an errand boy. 
Well, sir, I was that boy. I went to church, to 
Sunday school, was converted, and the last Sun- 
day you were in Galena you baptized me. I've 
come three hundred miles out of my way to see 
you. I'm preaching the gospel in New York. 
I've a wife and three happy children, and all be- 
cause you spoke to the little boy on the wharf." 
How suddenly rich and happy the good man felt 
as he looked into the face of the one his kindness 
had rescued. If we will do faithfully the little 
things God gives us to do, many a stranger will 
ring the bell of our heavenly mansion and, greet- 
ing us, say, " I can make you remember me; I 
am here because of your patience and love and 
kindness." 

Our Prayer. Heavenly Father, we praise 
Thee for Jesus, who died for us, and rose again; 
who has gone to prepare a place for us; who is 
coming again to receive us unto Himself. Help 
us to watch and pray that we may be ready when 
Jesus comes. 



Our Thirty-first Jtforping Glory. 
Passion 

"He shelved Himself alive after His passion." Ac. 1 : 3. 

(Mark with a red t.) 

This morning glory is the most beautiful of all 
the thirty-one we have gathered; because this Pas- 
sion, of which Luke writes, always means the 
suffering of Christ in the garden and upon the 
cross. It tells of a love strong enough to suffer 
for us and to die for us. 

Jesus left heaven and became a little babe be- 
cause He loved us. A rich little girl who lives 
here in New York city and sleeps every night in 
a pretty little brass bed-stead, had heard her 
mother say that God was rich. She went to 
Sunday-school and they told her the story of 
Jesus' lying "in a manger. " Lu. 2: 7, 12, 16. 
When she came home she climbed into her 
mother's lap, and said, " Mamma, there is one 
thing I can't understand. If God was so rich why 
did He let Jesus be born in a manger; why didn't 
He buy him a pretty little brass bed-stead just 
like mine?" I do not know what her mother told 
her, but the Bible says that though Jesus was 



i 9 o PASSION. 

rich, yet for our sakes He became poor that we 
14 through his poverty might be rich." 2 Co. 8: 
9. So we see that Jesus was born in a manger, 
on earth, that we might one day live in a man- 
sion, in heaven. Jno. 14:2. 

Jesus was hungry, Mk. 11: 12, that He might 
be the Bread of life to us. Jno. 6: 48, 

Jesus was weary that He might give us rest. 
Jno. 4:6; Mat. 11:28. 

Jesus "suffered being tempted" that He might 
be " able to succour them that are tempted." 
Mat. 4: 1; He. 2: 18. 

Jesus was " exceeding sorrowful" that we might 
have " exceeding great joy." Mat. 2: 10; 26:38; 
Jno. 15:11. 

Jesus was condemned that for us there might 
be " no condemnation." Ro. 8:1. 

Jesus tasted death that we might have everlast- 
ing life. He. 2: 9; Jno. 3: 16. 

An infidel was teasing a poor old man about 
his religion. At last he said, " Well, what does 
it feel like, anyway?" The man said, " It feels 
like Jesus took my place and I took hissen." 
That is it, dear ones, Jesus took our place that 
He might give us His. 

An old Indian put it this way: "Christ no die, 
me die, He die, me no die." 

A little child was disobedient at breakfast time 



PASSION. 191 

and her father said to her gravely and sadly, 
" Carrie, go and stand outside the door for five 
minutes." The little one choked back a sob and 
did as she was told. But the moments seemed 
so long and her tears dropped on the mat, she 
was so grieved and ashamed. The five minutes 
were not nearly over when her little brother 
Johnnie pushed open the door and put his arms 
around her and said, " Carrie, go in, I'll be 
naughty instead of you," and pushed her in and 
shut the door. She stood there quietly until her 
father came and took her by the hand and led 
her to the table and kissed her and put her in her 
chair, and she knew that she was forgiven as 
much as though she had borne all the punish- 
ment, but oh! she longed that her little brother 
might come in! When the five minutes were 
ended he was called and the father took them 
both, the naughty child and the loving brother, 
and folded them in his arms, and the willful little 
one sobbed out her sorrow and gratitude as they 
were held close to the father's loving heart. 
Years went by and the child grew to be a woman. 
She saw one day that she was outside another 
door, separated from God by sin. Then she saw 
One who loved her, come and take her place, and 
put her into His place of nearness. She knew 
that she was forgiven for Christ's sake and drawn 



192 PASSION, 

close to God's heart of love. She had the joy 
of knowing the truth of the words of the poet: 

"Payment God will not twice demand. 
First at my bleeding Savior's hand, 
And then again at mine. 

We must not forget that God so loved us that 
he sent Jesus to die for us. Jno. 3: 16. God 
always loves us. 

A little boy said to his baby sister, " don't do 
that, God won't love you if you do." The little 
one looked up and whispered confidently, " Es He 
will, budder. Dod always loves me\ Dod dest 
don't love de naughty in me." This reminds us 
of a verse the beloved John wrote, " Herein is 
love, not that we loved God, but that He loved 
us." 1 Jno. 4: 10. 

A little girl was playing with her doll while her 
mother was writing. After a while she called 
the child and took her on her lap. The little one 
said, " I am so glad, I wanted to love you so 
much, mamma." " Did you darling?" And she 
clasped her tenderly. " I am glad my daughter 
loves me so; but were you lonely while I wrote? 
you and dolly seemed to be having a happy time 
together." " Yes, mamma; but I got tired of lov- 
ing her." " And why?" " Oh, because she never 
loves me back!" " And that is why you love 
me?" " That is one why % mamma; but not the 



PASSION. 193 

first one, or the best." "And what is the first 
and best?" "Why, mamma, don't you guess?" 
and the blue eyes grew very bright and earnest. 
" It's because you loved me when I was too little 
to love you back: that's why I love you so." 
This makes us think of another verse John wrote, 
" We love him because He first loved us." 1 Jno. 
4: 19. He loved us before we knewHimand be- 
fore we loved Him. 

When we really know how Jesus loves us we 
want to love Him. A mother said one day to her 
little daughter: " How old will you have to be, 
darling, before you can love me?" "Why, mother, 
I always loved you; I do now," and she kissed 
her mother. " How old must you be before you 
can trust yourself wholly to me?" " I always 
did;" was the answer, as she climbed into her 
mother's lap, and put her arms about her neck. 
The mother asked again, " How old will you be 
before you can do what I want you to?" Then 
the child whispered, " I can now, without grow- 
ing any older. " " My darling, don't you want to 
begin now to be a Christian? All you have to 
do is to love and trust, and try to please the One 
who says, * Let the little ones come unto me?"' 
The child whispered, " Yes. " They knelt and 
the mother prayed and her little daughter .be- 
came a Christian, 



194 PASSION. 

And when we love Him we want to tell others 
about Him. One time there v/as a wicked Indian 
who had killed many people: His name was Joe. 
He left his tribe, and fell in with some mission- 
aries who were going to preach among the Cree 
Indians. They had a long distance to drive, and 
went in wagons. Joe became their driver. He 
hated religion, and when he saw a Bible or a 
hymn-book he scowled as if they were serpents. 
On the Lord's day, he would go off shooting 
game so as not to hear the preaching. 

One hot Sunday in July, it was too warm to go 
hunting. So he crawled under the missionary's 
wagon to lie where he thought he would not hear 
the preaching. But the missionary who was to 
preach that Sunday, was ill because of the heat, 
so the one under whose wagon Joe lay, had to 
preach. The company gathered around the 
wagon, and Joe got up to leave; but it was so 
hot, and he was so lazy, that he lay down again 
on the ground right in front of the preacher and 
looked up at him with such angry eyes. The 
minister prayed in his heart that the Lord would 
help him tell Joe how much the Lord loved him. 
He then told how God gave rain and sunshine to 
all, and yet instead of loving Him they hated Him 
and His servants, and His Book. But He did not 
strike them down with lightning because they 



PASSION. 195 

hated Him. He sent His Son to die for them; and 
Jesus showed his love even to those who killed 
Him. And if men would only believe on His Son, 
He would forgive them and make them His true 
children. Joe listened earnestly, and never for- 
got that sermon. One day, walking beside an- 
other missionary, he said, " Didn't the preacher 
tell awful lies, that hot Sunday?" " Lies, Joe? 
I did not hear any." " He said the Great Spirit 
loved poor, wicked Indians. Wasn't that a lie?" 
" Not at all Joe; it is in the Book, that He loved 
us while we were in our sins." " But was'nt it 
an awful lie that the Great Father gave His Son?" 
" No, Joe; it is in the Book. ' God so loved the 
world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that 
whosoever believeth on Him should not perish, 
but have everlasting life.'" Jno. 3:16. Then 
Joe said, " But it must be a lie, that he prepared 
a beautiful country for them." " No, that too is 
blessedly true. It is in the Book. Jesus, the 
Son of God said to sinful men whom He loved 
and had saved, 'I go to prepare a place for you.'" 
" Then missionary," said Joe, " I will stay with 
you, and never go on the war-path again." He 
stayed; a great change came over him. He 
worked among them, chopping wood and helping 
in other ways. 

The small-pox broke out among the Indians, 



196 PASSION. 

and many died. Three daughters of one of the 
missionaries died, and a neighboring missionary 
came over to help him bury his children. A man 
came to him saying that a poor Indian was 
dying under a fence, and wanted to speak to him. 
He found him dying of that terrible disease, his 
face disfigured, his eyes blind. " Who are you?" 
asked the missionary, " are you Joe?" " Yes, I 
am Joe." " Is there anything you want to say to 
me, my dear friend?" " I am nearly gone, but 
it's all right. Only I would like you to take a 
message." " What is it,' Joe?" " I can't see you, 
but I can see Jesus. You know that young man 
who preached that hot Sunday. And you know 
how my life has been changed since then. If 
ever you meet him, tell him that sermon made me 
a Christian. I will soon be with Jesus, and if the 
Good Spirit will let me, I will come down to the 
gates of heaven to meet him. " How glad the 
minister was when he heard that God did help 
him that hot Sunday to tell Joe of a Savior's Pas- 
sion, and lead the poor Indian to believe in Him. 
Our Prayer. Blessed Lord Jesus, I believe 
You love me, I believe You died for me, I believe 
You receive me to be Your little child forever and 
forever, and I love You and I want You to be my 
Savior. I thank You for this love. Amen. 



INDEX TO ILLUSTRATED TEXTS. 

Gen. 13: 5-12 46 Pro. 23: 30 100 

" 26:17-25 46 " 23:20,31 101,156 

" 39 : 2, 21 .79 Eccl. 9: 10 169 

" 16:13 81 " 3: 1 180 

" 22:14 ..134 S. of S. 7:1,6 .86 

Ex. 20: 12 113 " 4:7 146 

" 20:18,20 ...119 Isa. 1:18. 37 

" 1^5... ...145 " 38:i7. 3i 

" 12:23 11 " 43:1..' 58 

Lev. 26: 18 116 " 43:25.... 28 

Num. 2: 17 151 " 63:9 104 

Deut. 31: 6 74 " 61:1 139 

Josh. 1: 6, 7, 9 74 " 62: 4 146 

Jud. 8: 1-3 46 " 40:29... 166 

1 Sam. 17: 34-54 76 Jer. 15: 16 55 

2 Sam. 23: 4... 85 " 3* : 34 3° 

2 K. 4:7. 55 " 31:20... 84 

" 5 : i-i4 125 " 35:6,19 99 

1 Ch. 17: 26 57 " 6:3 151 

2 Ch. 20: 21-26 131 " 10:2 157 

Neh. 9: 17 24 " 1:12 180 

Job 22: 21 42 Dan. 3: 16-18. 74 

" 22: 27 61 " 6: 10 74 

" 6: 14 106 " 1: 8 156 

" 23:10 119 " 3:18 156 

Psa. 19: 10 55 Am. 3: 2 116 

" 51: 10 38 Mi. 7: 19 31 

" 119: 165 43 Mai. 3: 3 117 

" 16: 11 79 Matt. 3: 8 21 

" 140: 13 .. 81 " 6:8 38 

" 37:7 •••• 89 " 5: 9 46 

" 41: 1 92 " 6:6 63 

" 25: 18 116 " 7: 12 49 

" 50: 23 129 " 16: 24 44 

" 34: 1 131 " 28:20 81 

" 145:2 131 " 6:11 112 

" 34:10 135 " 6:25-28 137 

" 135: 4 H5 " 3:i x 39 

Pro. 10: 12 30 " 4: 17 x 39 

" 20: 11 38 " 25:34 145 

" 16: 24 88 Mk. 1: 15 17 

" 20:1 100 " 2:2 139 



198 ILLUSTRATED TEXTS. 

Lu. 2: 7, 12, 16 189 I^ph. 3: 20 54 

" 11: 28 71 ' 4: 2 52 

" 15:18-21 21 " 6:18 93 

" 18: 1 62 « 6: 1 112 

" 8:15 89 " 6:10 167 

" 2:10 139 Ph. 4: 6, 7 40, 43,63 

u 4:i4 167 tt 4:9 40 

" 4:i8 139 " 4:19 56 

Jno. 2: 5 68 " 5:18 101 

" 3^i6 192,195,139 " 4:12,13 123 

" 8:36 25 " 4:6 129 

" 14* 27 39 Col. 4: 2 67 

" 6:9 127 " 1: 2 8 139 

" 3 ; 2. 139 " 3 : 23 169 

" 14: 1.2 185 1 Thes. 5: 13 49 

Ac. I: 3 189 I Tim. 4: 12 33 

" 3^9 23 " 5:4 109 

" 19:19 21 2 Tim. 4: 2 180 

" 7:9 79 Ti. 2: 14 117, 146 

" 10:36 139 Heb. 2: 9 190 

" 20: 22-24 H7 " 10:23 59 

" 1:8 175,176 " 12:14 49 

"2:1 175 " 13:20,21 40 

" 4- 3 1 175 " 13: 5 81 

" 15:8,9 175 " 12: 1 89 

" 16:31 15 " 6:15 92 

Rom. 4: 7 25 " 5: 7 112 

" 5'i 40 " 11:17 119 

" 12:18 40,49 " 4: 15 120 

" 15:13 4i " 2:18 120 

" 5: 3 89 « 11: 25, 26 ...146 

" 2: 7 93 Jas. 4:8 38 

" 1:16 163 " 5:13 64 

" 8:26 178 " 5:16 63,66 

1 Cor. 13:7 90 " 1:3,4 89 

" 3 : 9 I2 3 " 5 ; 8,n 92 

" 9:24 169 " 5:10,11 119 

" 5:7 11 I Pet. 2 : 24 32 

2 Cor. 8: 9 190 " 1 : 18, 19 104, 12 

" 6:4.12:12 89 2 Pet. 1:2 42 

" 8:23 123 " 1:4 54 

" 6: 1 123 " 2:5 139 

°al. 5-' 23 • 53 x J^ 1*7 33 

" 6: 2 52 " 4:10 192 

" 5 : 22 90 " 4:19 193 

" 6:9 96 Rev. 22: 14 72 



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